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team-science-mega-nerds · 5 years ago

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Fictober Prompt: “You keep me warm”

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Alex x Sam

This isn’t her first choice. In fact, this isn’t even her last choice. Sam hadn’t really considered the idea at all until she’d heard that the vet’s office was all filled up on slots for the weekend and Sam would have to pay $75 more a night, just to board her pup at someplace fancier. It’s not that she doesn’t love her little guy more than anything in the world, but she barely had enough money to get home and go to her aunt’s funeral, she certainly couldn’t afford this.

And then it hits her. Literally, as it turns out.

Her neighbor is heading toward the apartment right across the hall from Sam’s and bumps right into Sam’s side with a homf. “Ohmygod!” Sam’s eyes widen when she sees that her neighbor, Alex, is carrying a large 3D printer. “Sorry,” Alex mumbles as she struggles to open her door while also balancing the printer.

“Oh. Hi. Do you need…?” Sam reaches for Alex’s keychain and sees that there are about fifty keys on the ring. “Jesus.”

“Yeah, I work in a lab. Lots of hush-hush stuff. It’s the small gold one,” Alex points out. Sam finds the key and opens the door for Alex. While Alex waddles her way into her apartment - which is a surprising mix of eclectic trinkets, bold colors, and three different coffee makers - Sam gets an idea.

“Hey, are you busy today slash tomorrow?” Alex puts the printer in the corner of the room and turns toward Sam with something that resembles suspicion in her eyes. “I...so my aunt’s dead.”

“Oh god.”

“Her funeral is tomorrow and I need to...but then there’s my dog and I kinda need someone to…” Sam runs her fingers through her hair. “Do you mind watching him for two days? I’ll pay you and he’s really good. Like really good. But needy. Like mother like doggo,” Sam pauses for a laugh, Alex continues to look slightly confused. “I can pack up everything and write what he needs, it’s just-.”

“Say no more. I love dogs.” Sam doesn’t exactly know that she can trust Alex but she knows that Alex organizes game nights at the apartment complex. And that she seems to have a stable - probably very weird too - job. But Sam doesn’t have much of a choice. Alex is so eager and happy when Sam brings her dog over that she thinks it just might work.

“Um, I should give you my number. Just in case. I mean...nothing will go wrong, obviously, but...just in case.” They exchange numbers while Sam’s dog walks around Alex’s apartment smelling everything. Sam gives Alex a warm smile, kisses her pup on the head, and gathers her things to go to the airport.

Which leaves Alex, now, in a bind. Alex does the only thing she can think to do which is turn on her phone, hit her speed dial, and wait. Elated brown eyes stare at her, so Alex seeks out treats to toss his way. “Good boy, who’s a good boy.” Alex knows that this is how it’s done because she’s gone to a dog park with Kara. Gentle head rubs, a little scratch of the ears, and dogs are all yours. “You are so cute, aren’t you, Chewy?” The tail-wagging seems like a good sign so Alex keeps scratching and feeding the dog treats until she hears a loud knock at her door. “It’s open, come in!”

“Are you on crack?” This is a totally normal thing for Lucy to say but the way her eyes are popping out of their sockets like she’s some kind of creepy rag doll unnerves Alex a little bit. “You got a dog?” Lucy flings her bag on Alex’s couch and walks over to survey the situation. “You’re allergic to dogs, you absolute moron.”

“I know that!” Alex continues petting Chewy. “Ignore her, she’s rude,” She tells him.

Lucy dramatically sniffs the air. “What is it that I smell? Is it the dog or…” Lucy gets really close to Alex and gives her a big whiff. “Is that the stench of you going out of your way for a hot girl?”

“I’m not going out of my way. I’m being friendly. Neighborly.”

“Okay, Mr. Rogers.”

“I called you because I need to go to CVS and get some allergy meds. Can you stay here for me?”

“Sure,” Lucy says, already laying on the floor and playing with Chewy. “What’s this big guy’s name?”

“Chewy,” Alex tells her. Then she remembers, “It’s short for Chewbarka.” Alex can still hear Lucy laughing even as she’s outside of her apartment and walking down the street toward the pharmacy. Okay, Alex will admit it, she thinks Sam is hot. In fact, Alex had mentioned it to Kara as soon as Sam moved across the hall. They occasionally interacted but never to the extent of anything substantial. Until today. She supposes that’s why she jumped at the chance. She didn’t have anything to do this weekend except play with her new 3D printer and she really did like dogs, even if they made her sneeze and itch like crazy.

Alex’s heart warms at the sight of Chewy getting his belly rubbed when she return. Just as Alex joins in on the action, “I’d stay but I have to get to work.”

“All good. I’ll be fine here.”

“Sureee…” Lucy grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder. “Exactly how hot is this woman?” Alex pulls up Sam’s Instagram and shows it to Lucy. “...don’t fuck it up with the dog and you might actually have a chance, Danvers.”

Alex prepares herself for the worst. She sets up Chewy’s bed, makes sure she gets the exact measurements of food correct, gives him filtered water, and takes him on a long walk. Alex wonders if this is what it’s like to be a parent. Constantly thinking about someone other than yourself and being too stressed to function. Alex is shocked that all Chewy seems to want to do is cuddle up next to her and watch Netflix.

At one point, Chewy is sprawled out on top of Alex, leaving her hardly any room to breathe, but it’s so damn cute that Alex has to take a selfie. And then...she sends it to Sam. “Why did I do that?” She mumbles to herself, waking up Chewy just enough that he gives her a big lick on her cheek. “What do you wanna watch? Maybe we can find a dog movie?” Alex scrolls around her Netflix. “Dogs always die in movies though…” Alex’s eyes find her printer and she smiles. “I can make you a bunch of dog accessories?” Alex suggests and Chewy gives her another kiss.

That’ll have to do.

The thing that Alex realized a very young age was that once she starts a task, she tends to go overboard. Her intention was making a little dog tag for Chewy but what she ends up making is a dog tag, armor so he can be a knight for Halloween, bunny ears in case he wants a second costume, a food dispenser, and sixteen different toys he could play with. “Oh shit, that’s...a lot.” Alex’s phone buzzes and she sees that it’s a text from Sam.

[SAM]: this is maybe the best picture I’ve ever received, you two look so cute!

Alex doesn’t dwell on the fact that Sam called her cute. There’s a dog involved, anyone is cute with a dog. “Chewy, what do I say?” Chewy doesn’t offer up anything but a nuzzle, so Alex simply likes the message and tries to move on with her life. Which is going really well until her heat cuts off at 11 PM.

Normally, she’d survive it. It’s California and Alex has blankets, but tonight she’s actually shivering and thinks she might have to go over to Kara’s until Chewy climbs onto her bed and cuddles up next to her. “Thanks, buddy. You keep me warm and I’ll keep you warm.” Alex gets a cozy night's sleep for the first time in five years and wakes to the sound of her phone ringing. She answers without even looking to see who it is. “Hello?” Groggy mumbling would probably best describe Alex’s voice right now. The fact that she’d, apparently, slept until 3 PM makes her feel embarrassed and confused.

“Wow, you sound adorable.” It’s Sam. Alex sits up and Chewy raises his head to see what’s going on. “I’m outside your door.” Alex climbs to her feet, sprints across her apartment, and flings the door open. “Wow, you’re…” Sam looks at Alex’s attire: sweatpants, fuzzy socks, a hoodie, and a wool hat. “Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah, but...heat went out last night.” Chewy’s entire body wags as he rushes at Sam. “This guy was a really good heater.”

“God, Alex, thank you so…” Sam takes in the sight of all the new dog toys and costumes. “...much.”

“I might’ve gotten a little carried away.” Alex gathers the toys into a giant paper bag and holds them out toward Sam. “Also I love Chewbarka but my allergy meds are wearing off, so I should probably sneeze for a few hours.” Sam takes the bag with an awkward smile and then cocks her head to the side.

“Wait...you’re allergic to dogs?”

“Um...yes?”

“Well, why did you take him? I wouldn’t have asked if I knew he was going to kill you.”

“He didn’t kill me! The cold weather would’ve killed me. Chewy and I got along just fine, he’s a great Netflix buddy.” Alex scratches his head.

“If you say so.” Sam smiles a little brighter now. “Maybe once I unpack and you take some allergy medication, I could come over and we could watch Netflix and...chill?” Sam says the word chill with a wink before taking Chewy and all his new toys back to his apartment.

Alex closes her door and sneezes so hard that she nearly tumbles to the ground.

#danvarias #alex danvers #sam arias #lucy lane #and a cute dog #agentreign #supergirl #this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month whoops

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fisheoctrashdump · 4 years ago

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Well then,,,,,,....... I challenge Y O U to do Alora 1-20 with Zerx, Galatea, and Adrien ewe

Holiday

Alora isn't a big fan of the more popular holidays. I can see her kinda liking Halloween, but she never really does anything for it.

I imagine she makes up little fake holidays at her convenience

Alora: dad!!! I can't believe you made plans to do something today!

Adrien: why? what's today?

Alora: it's "drink tea and make kandi with Alora" day :(

Adrien: of course, I can't believe I forgot about that. I'll stay home with you, Ali :)

Alora: :)

Additionally, I imagine she comes up with ridiculous holidays just for fun (and to mess with Arvid)

Cooking

So, she actually learned to cook from Jase :) Alora is pretty good at cooking, but she does cut corners and uses convenient foods to save time (like using canned foods and such)

But also, she cans her own food sometimes! She even convinced Jase to try a dish she made with her own canned food, and he didn't like it, but he also didn't hate it ewe

She cooks for her friends and family, especially for Adrien (since he's not able to). She's the only reason Adrien Jr gets to eat actual meals when he's staying with them lol.

She cooks for Clara a lot, too. With all the work Clara gets wrapped up in, it's easy for her to just grab whatever is convenient or easiest to eat at the moment, so she sometimes makes food for Clara and stops her to eat a meal without multitasking

Despite her skill and frequency with cooking, Alora doesn't normally eat the things she makes.

Sleeping

Alora just sleeps whenever she feels tired. Sometimes she gets into one of those modes where she can sleep 4 hours and be fine, then other times she will sleep for 12+ hours and still be tired.

She gets really cold during the night, so she wears warm pjs and has a lot of blankets.

Driving

Alora doesn't really like driving that much, but she loves being able to just go wherever she wants when she feels like it. That makes it worth the effort put into driving, she thinks. She won't drive for very long, though, unless there's an important reason to

Bathing/showering

She normally showers, and baths are saved for special occasions. Alora doesn't wash her hair often because of the texture (and it's pretty dry), but she cleans her body daily.

Hugging

She hugs her family a lot. This of course excludes Amber, who Alora wouldn't even think about touching at the moment. I think she hugs Adrien Jr the most bc he babey. She wants to hug Galatea a lot, but she tries to avoid it around the rest of the family because she is worried they might somehow Know

Kissing

She's not had her first kiss yet lol ;w;

She want kiss, but I feel like it's just something she gets nervous about. She might be feeling brave enough to go for it one moment, and then right before it happens she jumps away and pretends like she didn't almost kiss that person.

Sex

She hasn't had sex before.

I feel like she is sexually attracted to Galatea, but it's something she feels uncomfortable with currently, especially with the fact they are already hiding their relationship. I don't see her being sexually attracted to Zerx or Clara, but maybe that will change later on for Clara? Idk

Also, Alora technically is aspec with being demi, so

General physical contact

She really likes physical contact with others. I feel like she is probably constantly finding little ways to be physically affectionate with Zerx (and Galatea when they're alone) whenever they're spending time with each other. She also stays pretty close to her family. She is not against lying on top of Clara, or hugging Arvid super tight so that he can't get away, or poking Amanda's arm a few (several) times before she starts talking lol

She also wants Adrien to hold her when she's had a bad day or something. She sits next to him and he puts his arm around her, and they just stay like that while Alora rants about whatever is bothering her.

Physical appearance

Alora is 5'5, and unhealthily underweight

She has a few scars on her arms and back as result of the abuse she suffered while her mother was keeping her from her family

She has wavy hair, but I'm actually in the process of figuring out the exact style right now, because I think I want it to be different from her original design

She has yellow eyes, which was like some kind of recessive thing (even though Adrien's eyes are orange, stecella had yellow eyes). She likes to joke that means Amanda was actually her mom, because it comforts her, in a way.

Wardrobe

Pastel goth,,,,,,,,,,

I've reblogged a lot of clothing in her style before now, and I've made a collage of stuff I imagine her wearing, that's how obsessed I am with her style lol

She wears a lot of baggy sweaters, usually. She is pretty much always wearing skirts and dresses. Her colors are usually pink, white, and black, but she will occasionally wear other colors as long as they're pastel

Jewelry

She wears a lot of jewelry. She has a lot chokers, pink heart ones being her favorite

She has a septum piercing, too.

She will wear other jewelry as long as it is heart, raven, or satanic/wiccan themed.

She also wears kandi, but she's very specific about which ones.

Nickname

Her nickname is Ali, but she only lets Adrien call her that. He's called her that pretty much since she was born lol

I'm not sure if she would have any other nicknames

Dancing

She likes dancing. She's actually pretty good at it, but she wouldn't care if she wasn't. She dances at home mostly, but she will dance in public if the situation is appropriate (or just if the music hits the right way)

Singing

She's always singing. She will sing when there's a song in her head, or when someone plays a song she really likes, or if she is coming up with potential lyrics to go along with a song Clara's writing, or if she's practicing for a piece they're doing for her choir.

Alora is a soprano, so she feels more comfortable singing higher notes and soprano parts. Sometimes when she's listening to music with her friends and she knows there's a high note coming up she will go all out and put her heart and soul into singing that note. Singing brings her a lot of joy, and she refuses to let anything stop her from singing if she decides she wants to do it.

Anger

Alora gets angry really easily. She gets unpredictable when she's mad, and can sometimes lash out at those undeserving of her anger. Normally, though, she's able to keep it directed at the source. Amber and Erika have seen her anger more than anyone has, except for maybe Galatea and Adrien. (Not that Alora was mad at them, just that they are her go to when she can't eliminate the problem of what's angering her.)

She has gotten violent before with people when she was mad. Alora physically fought Erika twice, and nearly did the same with Amber (but was stopped by Adrien).

Soft spot

Galatea, Clara, and Zerx. She is the softest around them than she is with anyone else.

Porcelain stuff, mostly like tea sets. She looks at a lot of them and wants so many, but she only has two tea sets right now

Flowers and succulents. She loves plants in general, but those are her favorites. She gets really attached to her plants

Legato. She loves birds in general, too, but she love her birb the most :3c

Really complicated choir pieces, stuff that she has to practice forever on. Once it all comes together, the end result makes her feel so calm and joyful.

Pretty skirts, dresses, and accessories uwu

Adrien Jr and Sebastian, though I imagine her and Sebastian being closer to each other in comparison to her and Adrien Jr.

Adrien.

Favorite possession

One of her tea sets, though I'm not sure yet which.

One of Galatea's pokemon thing (maybe plushie?) she stole from her :3c

The knife she got from Sebastian for a semi recent birthday gift (this is headcanon so, lol)

Favorite photograph

A picture of her and Zerx when they first started hanging out (and before they started dating)

Relationship with ___

Zerx

Alora and Zerx's friendship came out of nowhere. They'd known each other pretty much their whole lives, and they definitely had talked to each other before, but they didn't really feel a connection until some point in middle school. They started spending all their time with each other after that point.

I feel like them dating is something that happened pretty recently, but I'm not sure how it happened or when exactly. I think Alora would have been the one to confess first, though.

Alora feels very calm around Zerx. She isn't quite as open with him as she is with Galatea, though. I feel like Alora believes she needs to conceal certain things from him so that he won't stop liking her.

Galatea

I've felt like Alora and Galatea have always been close. She has leaned on Galatea a lot through her whole life. I feel like they understand each other better than anyone else. They talk about anything and everything, and neither of them feel like they have to hide anything from the other. Well, except for one thing.

Alora is probably more protective over Galatea than she is of anyone else, even Clara.

When Alora is getting worked up because something isn't to her standards, or when she makes a mistake and is super hard on herself, Galatea is the one that helps her out of that. Most of the time, Alora is able to overlook her mistakes when she's with Galatea.

Adrien

She is,,,,, so close to Adrien. Alora spends a lot of time with Adrien. She knows she can always go to him for advice when facing an issue, but certain things she's afraid of telling him, the situation with her mother being one. She's afraid that if she brings it up, it will upset Adrien.

Still, Adrien's presence always makes her feel safe and comfortable.

#i know the relationship with headcanons were kinda short but i talked about #those three a lot through all the headcanons so maybe that makes up for it? lol #alora #hnmp gen2 #headcanon ask game

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everything-person · 5 years ago

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Costume Credit

A/N: So something similar happened today in my class where our instructor told us he wanted us to dress up for Halloween because we had class that day half of the class was like oh don't worry about it and the other half groaned so this is what happened.

Summary: Killian is a professor. Emma is a single mom trying to better her education. They know each other before they were teacher and student. Idk just something stupid and fun to get me writing again.

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Killian walked into his next class satchel on his shoulder trying to remember what they did last week. Placing his bag on the desk he started to unpack his books and notes. He as he set up for his class his students started trickling into their seats, he vaguely heard the occasional greeting which he responded. Three minutes into when class is suppose to begin he was ready but still he acted busy knowing she was always late.

“Sorry I'm late.”

He picked up his head to see the blonde he was waiting for. She was dressed simply in jeans, a white wife beater and of course her red leather jacket, her hair slightly disheveled but she was still gorgeous none the less. “No worries Ms Swan. I was just about to take roll.”

As he called the names, getting grunts and the occasional cheer “Here” in response, he took notice of the date. After the last name was called he took a moment to count out the classes and smiled.

“Class I'm sure you are all aware that it is October.”

The student responded rather enthusiastically at very least he received a smile from his more quiet students.

“And I have just realized that we have class on Halloween. So I propose we have a little fun. I would like you all to dress up for class.”

This was met with slightly less enthusiasm. Some students reacted very positively, discussing with the person next to them what they already had planned. While others groaned and shrunk into their desks.

“How is that fun?” One student asked.

“Everyone who dresses up will gain an extra 5 credits to their grade. And we shall have a costume contest whoever wins will get an extra 10 credits to their grade.”

“That's not fair you'll just pick who has the sluttiest costume.” A student shouted from the back corner.

“How about the class decides who wins and we will have two winners. One male and one female.”

He gave the class a moment before continuing, “And... if everyone dresses up we will watch a film instead of having a lecture.”

The class was in an uproar of excited chatter and students trying to persuade their classmates to dress up.

“Will you be in costume Professor Jones?” One of his female students purred.

“Of course,” he answered flashing his class one of his famous smirks, before continuing the class.

After class was over Emma approached him, eyebrow already raised accusingly.

“Is there something I can help you with Ms Swan?” He looked at her giving her an innocent smile.

“Really? You want the whole class to dress up for Halloween?”

“And why not? 'Tis the season.”

Emma couldn't help but crack a smile while shaking her head.

“Can I look forward to you dressing in costume Swan?” He asked running his tongue along his lower lip, his eyes scanning her body as his imagination ran rampt with all the costumes he’d love to see her in.

“Not gonna happen.”

They stared into each others eyes neither one backing down both challenging the other. Killian turned his gaze down to his desk starting to pack up his things. “What about your boy? Is he excited for the holiday?”

“He’s a kid, of course he’s excited. He gets to be whatever he wants, stay up late and get free candy.”

“What is he going to be?”

“I don’t know. He changes his mind every day. Yesterday he wanted to be a Jedi, today he said he wanted to be Batman.”

Killian smiled, he’d grown rather attached to Henry since the first time Emma had to bring him to class. “I’m sure whatever hero he decides to be he’ll look amazing.”

Emma smiled as she nodded. “Are you going to Mary Margret and Davids Halloween bash?”

“Of course. I’m assuming I can look forward to seeing you there?”

“Mary Margret said if I didn’t show up that she would drag me there herself. But I don’t know how I will when I have this professor that insists on giving me 5 chapters of reading for 3 different books,” Emma teased.

“Its is not 5 chapters. One of the books is two pages and one of those pages are pictures.”

“Whatever. I’ll see you around Jones.” Emma waved goodbye as she walked out of the classroom.

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In the weeks following the campus progressively looked more like fall. The leaves changed colors, the wind became nippier, and some of the building had sporadic decorations for the upcoming holiday. Classes continued as usual, Emma was admit about not dressing up, students began to speculate on what Killians costume was going to be.

Then it was a week before Halloween. The day of Mary Margret and Davids Halloween bash. Killian was a bit late being stuck in his office finishing up grading midterms. Killian finally arrived while the party was in full swing. He knocked on the door, afraid for a moment that they wouldn’t be able to hear him before the door swung open to Mary Margret dressed as Snow White.

“Killian so glad you can make it.” She ushered him inside. “Wheres your costume,” she asked eyeing him up and down.

Thinking quick on his feet he said, “This is it. I’m the Doctor from Doctor Who.”

“Oh.” Mary Margret scanned his button up, tie, vest and trench coat with more approving eye. “You look great. Go help yourself to some food and drink in the kitchen.”

Killian thanked her and made his way through the house. As he did he couldn’t help but look around and try to guess who people were based on there costume. There was someone dress in a lab coat and black rudder gloves flirting with a woman in a fairy costume, he assumed was Victor Whale. A wicked witch talking to what seemed to be a sexy evil queen, he guessed was Regina and her sister. Then there was an archer, a lion, a puppet?, and a janitor all huddled together, who he knew to be Robin and David as the archer and lion.

He made it into the kitchen to find not only a table full of treats and a fridge full of liquor but Emma talking to a very naughty Little Red Riding Hood and her wolf.

“Hey Jones, wheres your costume?” Little Red Riding Hood asked, who he could now tell was Dorothy.

“Yeah Mr. Have the Whole Class Dress Up wheres your costume?” Emma snarked as he approached them.

“I’m wearing it. I’m the Doctor from Doctor Who.”

“Oh that's total bullshit. You just made that up so Mary Margret wouldn’t yell at you,” Ruby berated as she took a sip of her drink.

“I think that’s genius. He’s in costume without having to actually dress up.”

“Thank you Dorothy. You both look wonderful in your costumes but Ruby aren’t you usually Little Red?”

“Yes but this year I have a girlfriend.”

Killian nodded accepting that he wasn’t going to get a further elaborations on the topic. He turned his attention to Emma. “And what about you Ms Swan? Where’s your costume?”

Emma gestured to the star clipped to her hip. “I’m a sherrif.”

“I can’t tell if that’s cheating or lazy.”

Emma ignores his comment and gestures to him, “You know if you come to class in that your going to disappoint a number of your students.”

“Would you be included in the disappointed students,” He asked taking a step closer.

“Perhaps I would.”

“Well let me reassure you love I will not be a disappointment.”

For a moment the party and it’s attendants all melted away as they looked at one another.

“Hey Jones when did you get here,” David all but shouted as he entered the kitchen.

Killian stepped away and greeted his friend. The party went on, laughs were shared, drinks were had, food was eaten. Killian didn't talk to Emma for the rest of the night but his eye always seemed to find her across the room.

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Halloween was finally here. Getting out of his car Killian threw on his coat and grabbed his accessory to finish off his costume. Placing his satchel on his shoulder he began to wonder the campus to his office. He was pleasantly surprised by the number of students dressed for the holiday. He went about his routine as normal, just with a few witches and TV characters crossing his path.

Finally came time for his class with Emma came. He made his way down the halls and into the classroom. He set up for class like usual, along with getting the film he had for class ready. Instead of hearing the usual ‘good morning’ he received multiple ‘Happy Halloween’ and ‘Great costume.’ Time to start class, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a vision.

Emma walked into class wearing a flowing champagne colored long sleeved dress that stopped just short of her knees, with a beautiful golden belt just above her hips. Her hair was done in a loose braided crown with pieces of hair artfully framing her face. She looked stunning as she gracefully took her seat in the front row delicately crossing her long legs.

It took everything Killian had to not grab her and ravish her in front of the whole class. Looking away he began class, “Good Morning everyone and Happy Halloween. I’m glad to see some lovely costumes. So lets get started shall we?”

The class cheered in agreement.

“This is how it’s going to work. I’m going to do roll, when I call your name come to the front of the class and show us your costume. I will mark everyone who is dressed and give them the 5 points. When everyone is called you will nominate who you think should win best costume and no you can not vote for yourself.”

When he finished explaining he began to read names off his list. Each student came to the front of the class showing off what they chose to wear. A couple students decided on wearing themed onesie pajamas, some students he was breaking multiple dress codes, and one male student wore a white t shirt and grey sweatpants saying he was ‘Bob from Bobs Burgers.’

“Emma Swan.”

Emma stood from her seat and turned facing the class. She received a couple cat whistles from the males of the class and an appreciative applause.

“She’s not even in costume,” A girl wearing a school girl uniform that would make Brittney Spears blush complained. A few students mutters in agreement.

“Now thats a shame,” Killian began.“None of you have been paying attention in my class have you.” He scolded.

The class gave him a curious. Emma turned her head to look at him unsure where he was going with this.

“She’s obviously a goddess,” Killian looked at Emma sincerity dripping in his voice. “She’s the goddess Freya to be specific. The goddess of beauty, love, sex, war and death. A marvelous likeness of her if I do say so.”

Emma couldn’t stop the slight blush rising to her cheeks. She took her seat again and Killian continued with the last couple of names.

After the last name was called Killian stood. “So who do you think should win our little costume contest? Lets start with the females shall we?”

“I think Emma wins.” one student suggested.

“I agree. What better costume to wear to a Mythology class than a goddess.” another commented. Applause broke out throughout the class in agreement.

“Alright. Now how about the males of the class?”

The class came to an agreement that the male student dressed as MALE-ificent was the other winner of the extra credit points. The rest of class was spent watching an interesting documentary about the origins of Halloween and of witches. When class was finally over everyone picked up there things and left, all except Emma who stayed sitting in her seat.

“Can I help you with something Ms Swan?”

“The goddess Freya? Really?”

Killian smirked, “Excuse me for my assumption but what else was I to assume when you come to class like that?”

Emma couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped her, shaking her head at him.

“So Swan why the change in heart?”

Emma stood from her seat and made her way to his desk. “Henry wanted to match. He is a knight and I’m his princess.”

“That you are.” Killian said looking into her eyes.

Emma for once was the first to look away, “So what are you suppose to be? Captain Chest Hair?”

Killian raised his left hand, “Captain Hook.”

“You don’t look like any Captain Hook I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s because you watch the wrong movies.”

They both chuckled at that before Emma spoke up again. “So listen since your already in costume and don’t have anything to do later. Would you want to come Trick-or-Treating with me and Henry? We go with Mary Margret, David and Leo and go around their neighborhood.”

“I would love to accompany you on a quest for candy.”

Killian followed Emma to her house then went to pick up Henry from school. They exited the car trying to spot him amongst all the little ghouls and ghosts racing home. They spotted a little knight with stuffed horse wrapped around his waist to look like he was riding it come charging at them. Once he was in front of them Henry demanded to sword fight with Killian to save his mother from the pirate. They arrived at MM and Davids house to see the family in matching costumes. MM was dressed as Jesse, David as Buzz Lightyear, and Leo dressed as Woody. They all had a quick dinner before heading out. They all had a great time the boys excited about their candy, while the adults commented on peoples costumes and house decorations. Only once did David and Killian have to follow behind the boys up to a house that had scary decorations, which became the boys favorite house for giving them full sized chocolate bars.

The night went on and soon it became dark out. The boys grew tired and they decided it was time to turn around and head back to the house. Upon arriving at the house, Emma explained to Killian that Henry was to sleepover and that she had a few scary movies she was dying to watch back at her place. He informed her that he was a horror movie enthusiast and would love to join her.

They didn’t even finish the first movie before the pirate claimed the princess.

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And thats all she wrote. Hope it was enjoyable. Happy Halloween.

#ouat #once upon a time #captain swan #cs ff #cs fanfic #cs au #emma swan #killian jones #captain hook #princess emma #knight henry #henry mills #henry swan #college au #halloween #ouat ff #ouat fanfic #my fanfic

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cryptoriawebb · 5 years ago

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At long last I have finished Yoru’s biography sheet. It’s a little on the longer side but I’m proud of it.

Anyone checking in for the first time, Gesshoku Yoru is my shinigami OC for the anime/manga Full Moon wo Sagashite.

Shoutout to @starspatter for helping me along the way <3

Trigger warning: mentions of depression and suicide

Background: Yoru exists in a prequel story to both the manga and anime for Full Moon wo Sagashite. This prequel contains a slightly different origin for Shinigami. Instead of ‘hatching’ as adults, those who end their lives reawaken as children again and begin the early stages of their training from a young age. They are called “Fledglings.”

Physical Description: A girl of average height and build with black hair and eyes to match. As a child she wears her hair in two buns. Long bangs parted to the left. She dresses in Victorian-style children’s dresses that are dark (usually black but sometimes blue) in color. Wears either mary janes or small boots with bat wings. Also wears a bat hairclip.

As an adult her hair is short, though she still has her long bangs. They part to the left. Her clothing style is still gothic, but purple and black but takes inspiration from steampunk as well. No gears but lots of buckles and frills. Sleeveless gloves with lace around the wrists. A black and blue corset with belts and a layered dress that’s short in front and flares out in the back. Wears boots that come up to below the knee. Also wears a mini top hat over one of her bat ears, decorated with a purple five-petal flower that resembles the “flower of forgetfulness” in the anime. Her hat also has two feathers: a black and purple plume and a smaller black feather. Again, since she works in the pediatrics unit Yoru has small black bat ears; one is visible and one is covered by her hat. Unlike other Shinigami, Yoru has bat wings.

Yoru’s updated design:

Personality:

Human – shy, crippled by anxiety that often led her to choose the withdrawn/polite response over expressing herself. Tried to embrace her interests and gothic fashion-style but grew discouraged overtime, feeling much like an outcast. Had no close friends so relied heavily on her family for support.

Shinigami – as a fledgling, Yoru was very shy for quite a while. Meroko (and Yoru’s eventual budding feelings for her) pushed her to express herself and embrace the other Fledglings as a new family. Takuto joining also helped; Yoru saw a lot of herself early on in the quiet Fledgling and went out of her way to (politely) include him the way Meroko did her. As an adult doubts and depression follow Yoru around like a dark cloud. Her close-knit support system has strained over the years, though she remains on good terms with the other Shinigami. Her relationship with Meroko grows painful as well as her feelings were never reciprocated, not that she ever told her.

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Relationships: Shinigami Meroko – Yoru’s first real friend, her best friend and one she eventually falls in love with. Calls her “Mero-chan” as a child and occasionally in adulthood. Meroko remains in large part unaware of Yoru’s feelings. Though she ends up forgetting Yoru she left the strongest impression, maintaining a sensitive heart. Meroko cries for reasons she in part doesn’t understand when Izumi gifts her a new outfit. In the anime she reunites with Yoru twice: once unaware during her quest for the Flower of Forgetfulness and again, officially, as an angel.

Izumi – A rival for Meroko’s affection. She considers him a friend in adulthood. Isn’t aware Izumi knows of her feelings for Meroko. He sympathizes with her, understanding her dissatisfaction and quest for answers. Witnesses Yoru’s final moments. Her disappearance makes an impression and leaves him cynical and even antagonistic about lasting love of any kind. He’s also the only one who remembers her and this may be in part due to his own retained memories from his human life. He tries in his own ways to get their friends to remember, going so far as to give Meroko an outfit largely inspired by Yoru’s. His nickname for her is “Yo-run.”

Takuto – As the youngest Fledgling of the group Yoru has a soft spot for him and at times dotes him like a big sister would. Is unaware he has a crush on her. In adulthood she finds him easiest to relate to as he triggers the least negativity in her and struggles with his own obstacles as a Shinigami-in training. Nonetheless her presence is painful to him as he still holds a waning candle for her and may suspect why she never returned his own feelings.

Sheldan – The head of Pediatrics and the teacher/primary caretaker of the young Fledglings. Yoru is intimidated by him at first and treats him with a distant respect in adulthood until she starts investigating her human life. Grows secretive around him like the others and paranoid/angry as well. She wonders why he assigned her pediatrics and resents his attitude towards her failures.

Mystere – Yoru doesn’t know Mystere but she has heard of her, though not by name. As the Goddess of Death Yoru considers the idea of her eerie, mystic and intimidating. Towards the end of her life blames her along with Sheldan, holding her responsible in part for their suffering as Shinigami purely because of her status.

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Humans: Mother – Yoru’s relationship with her mother changed day to day. Both loved one another very much and Yoru had many fond childhood memories of spending time with her. However, Yoru’s mother was a more traditional woman and did not always approve of Yoru’s peculiar interests and fashion choices. That said, they continued to bond over a love of holidays and holiday parties.

Father – Yoru’s relationship with her father was benign but empty: he spent much of her childhood working so she didn’t see him often and as an adult she was away. Her father largely expressed his love for his children in the form of material gifts.

Little brother – Yoru and her little brother did not always get along just like most siblings. That said she was fond of him and more often than not doted on him the way her parents did her. There were at times some form of jealousy: being the eldest by quite a few years sometimes she felt they favored him over her. When this occurred she’d tell herself that wasn’t true: her parents cared deeply for her, they just showed support in different ways because she was older.

Kouyama Mitsuki – One might argue Yoru’s relationship with the other Shinigami foreshadowed their meeting and helping Mitsuki. Her name parallel’s Yoru’s surname: “Full Moon” and “Lunar Eclipse.” (or ‘eating the moon’ in Japanese.) They never officially meet but one might argue in the anime they did unofficially as Mitsuki watched Meroko’s journey into the underworld and sang along with her...

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Life before becoming a Shinigami: Gesshoku Yoru was born in the late 1960s. She was the eldest daughter of an upper-middle class Japanese family. She had one younger brother. Her father worked for a corporate company and he and his family were well-liked by their community. They would throw extravagant holiday parties that Yoru looked forward to every year. The family was close within itself as well and Yoru’s parents doted on her and her brother. Yoru’s father occasionally traveled for work and sometimes brought his family with him. When Yoru was a young teenager she accompanied him to England. Already interested all things dark and spooky she took a liking to the budding gothic fashion and took this interest back with her to Japan.

While the family was close, however, Yoru had difficulty maintaining relationships with her peers. Many of her friendships felt superficial, too polite and/or distant. Yoru suspected the friends she had hung around due to her parents’ job and money. They certainly weren’t interested in any of her passions, least of all her dark/gothic fashion, finding it eccentric and a little creepy.

Yoru lived with her family until young adulthood where she eventually moved into her own apartment. Her parents encouraged this and had money saved for her to live on while she made a start in the world. Yoru lived by herself, further isolating her from potential relationships. Far enough away she couldn’t visit home casually, Yoru looked forward to the family parties: the few times she felt she really belonged.

During the summer of her first year on her own Yoru’s family died while on vacation. The vacation home they were renting caught fire. This devastated Yoru: she’d been looking forward to the yearly Halloween party more than anything else. To make matters worse, shortly after their deaths the company her father worked for was charged with fraud, of which her father participated. When word of this got out the scandal stained her family name and those whom Yoru remained in contact with cut her out completely.

Yoru took her own life early on Halloween. Desperate to bring back her warm memories in some way Yoru tried to host her family’s Halloween party anyway, throwing herself into decorating (as best she could) and sending out invitations. No one RSVP’d. Distraught and alone she visited her empty home that night, hoping guests would show up anyway. They didn’t. Authorities found her the next day, crumpled on the steps in the front room. She was twenty-one. Cause of death: an overdose of sleeping pills she’d been taking nightly following the death of her family.

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Life as a Shinigami: Yoru hatched as an amnesiac fledgling, a little girl of six or seven. She was greeted by Sheldan and the tiny Meroko Yui. Yoru took a lot of convincing to come out of her shell—literally and figuratively. Eventually the two brought Yoru to their headquarters where she was given a room and new clothes. Though she wouldn’t remember why, Yoru took a liking to the bat accessories as well as her gothic-victorian dresses. She took a liking to Meroko too. The pink-haired girl was her first earnest, honest friend and that planted the seed for a crush that would one day develop into unrequited love. Sometime before Izumi showed up both grew a tiny pair of wings: feathered for Meroko and bat for Yoru. Yoru was self-conscious about her wings from the start but Meroko encouraged her to embrace them (they suited her well!) Yoru uses her surname for two reasons: as a fledging, her fascination with western culture lingered. Also, the scandal and trauma tied to her family name is what ultimately led to her death. Sheldan decided it might trigger her memory, so chose her given name for her instead.

Yoru and Meroko were there to greet Izumi, alongside Sheldan, although he didn’t warm up to them right away. Rather Izumi grew to be a pain in Yoru’s side, particularly when he started teasing/picking on/favoring Meroko. He even picked a nickname for her (‘Me-chan’) which to Yoru seemed like a variation of the one she’d given Merko.

Sometime later Sheldan took another Fledgling Shinigami under his wing: a little boy named Takuto. Quiet and smaller than the others he reminded Yoru of herself. She befriended Takuto and tried to make him feel welcome. Subconsciously he also reminded her of her brother and slipping into the big sister role again shed the rest of her shell. Soon enough Takuto shed his own shyness; he never grew wings, however and Yoru found this odd.

As the four Fledglings grew older Sheldan assigned them “junior” missions, pairing them off to see who worked best together. Yoru and Takuto struggled during this period and so when they started working on legitimate missions both trainees were permanently assigned to their more successful peers. Yoru worked with Meroko and Izumi with Takuto.

Yoru did not find success as a Shinigami: her bat wings and ears frightened children; some protested going with her and it in turn caused trouble for Sheldan. This upset Yoru greatly who wanted to succeed. Overtime she started resenting her appearance and slowly obsessed over why she grew bat wings instead of feathers. She began wondering if the answer lay in her human life. Her friends warned her to let it go before it became dangerous…but Yoru’s repeated almost-failures swayed her over their concerns. Yoru in part didn’t mind any would-be consequences; at this point she realized for sure however much Meroko loved her it would never be in a romantic way. That hurt more than any lost soul under her duty.

Yoru at first hid her investigation from her friends; Izumi was the first to clue into what she was doing. He didn’t confront her at first as he had his own secrets. When Yoru’s memories start to came back she hid this as well, along with what was happening to her.

Sometime before Yoru’s death Takuto was sent back to training. After she disappeared Izumi became Meroko’s replacement partner. Out of respect for Yoru and perhaps disgust/disappointment no one else remembered her he kept Meroko at a distance for a long time. Eventually he asked Sheldan to dissolve their team and Meroko became Takuto’s partner.

Though Yoru never received a definite answer by the end of her life she suspected she has bat wings for three reasons: 1) she’s always been interested in the spooky/gothic aesthetic and in some ways felt defined by it. 2) her human memories and sense of self revolved strongly around her parents’ holiday parties. She was looking forward to their Halloween party before they died and left the world mourning it alongside her family. 3) She died on Halloween.

When all of Yoru’s memories returned she conceded to becoming a ghost: there was nothing for her in the human world, nothing in the way of love and no career as a Shinigami. She intended to die alone but Izumi followed her and towards the very end of her life made his presence known. They held one last conversation and made some semblance of peace with one another.

Yoru’s strong feelings—both of love and pain--prevented her from turning into a traditional ghost. Instead her soul rooted itself in the underworld, transforming into the Flower of Forgetfulness which greatly resembled the flower on her hat. Her spirit lurked around it and her suffering manifested itself as dangerous obstacles for any who tried to retrieve it. True to her last name, the flower bloomed only during the Lunar Eclipse…and true to the flower, her childhood friends and supervising Shinigami lost their memories of her. Nonetheless, she left such a strong impression on them, a sense of something warm and lost and it might be why they rally around a girl named after the full moon.

In the anime storyline, when Meroko seeks out the Flower of Forgetfulness Yoru’s wounded spirit attacks her, trying to push her and the painful memories she triggers away. With Mitsuki’s help, Meroko prevails and when she plucks the flower free she frees Yoru’s soul as well. Picking the flower also restores everyone’s memories of Yoru although they would not realize it until sometime later…

Yoru’s spirit subconsciously follows Meroko to the human world: before the now-angel!Meroko flies away she spots her childhood friend, in tattered clothes and without wings or bat ears. Because she is an angel now Meroko can see ghosts (traditional shinigami cannot.) Meroko and Yoru run towards each other, tears in their eyes. They embrace and apologize—Yoru for losing faith in her best friend and Meroko for forgetting her.

Meroko uses her new angel magic to give Yoru a new outfit: black and gothic but mirroring Meroko’s new look. She takes Yoru’s hand and the two leave the world together.

#full moon wo sagashite #full moon o sagashite #meroko yui #izumi rio #gesshoku yoru #takuto kira #kouyama mitsuki #webbdesigns #inscryptions #yorumero

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kittenlavender-blog · 5 years ago

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Get to know little me!!!

1. What’s your bedtime? 💤

10 or 11

2. Do you like baths? 🛁

YESYESYES

3. Favorite candy? 🍭

100 grand bard

4.Littlespace age? 🦄

2 to 5

5. Ideal pet? 🐶

A sugar glider or gecko

6. Favorite little hairstyle? 👶🏻

Pigtails or half-up-half-down

7. Favorite color? 🌈

Pastel Pink or Purple

8. Any talents? 🎻

Dancing and playing the violin

9. Favorite little space song? 🎶

Any Disney song ever

10. Favorite holiday? ☃️

Halloween or Christmas

11. Perfect little date?💖

A day at the fair or swimming!

12. Favorite type of food? 🥘

Mexican! I love tamales!

13. Favorite little space place? 🌺

My playroom!

14. Hobbies? 💃🏻

Dancing, playing the violin, taking photos and bein cute uwu

15. Do you work? 👩🏻‍💼

I sure do!

16. Are you a student? 👩🏻‍🎓

Yeppers!!!

17. Favorite little accessory? 👗

My bows or sockies!

18. What triggers your little space? 🧚🏻‍♀️

Usually stuffies and wearing cute clothes!

19. Favorite board or card game? ♦️

Taboo!

20. Ideal caregiver? 🤴🏻

Cares for me and gives me tons of attention! And occasionally spoils me! ^^

21. Do you get bedtime stories? 📚

Only if I read them to myself T-T

22. Favorite little space outfit? 👚

My kitty and puppy onesie with my lace socks!

23. Favorite little space activities? 🏃🏻‍♀️

Coloring, helping daddy cook, watching movies and playing!

24. Have any little friends? 👯‍♀️

Quite a few actually! I’m in a group chat with all of them!

25. Favorite stuffies? 🦒

My baby dear and blue and purple elephant!

26. Do you play video games? 📱

Occasionally! I’m trying to get a PS4 right now :3

27. Ever been a little in public? 🏙

Kinda sorta, I’ve never dressed up as a little in public but I’ve gone into little space in public!

28. Favorite little space tv shows/ movies? 🎥

Adventure time, amazing world of gumball, Steven universe and we bare bears!

29. Best memory in littlespace? 💭

Having a play date with my best friend!

30. Do you have rules to follow? 📃

Yeah but daddy never enforced them, until I spank him....

31. Who knows you’re a little? 🧡

Anyone who knows me! I’m very open about it!

32. Favorite little snack? 🍪

Goldfish and apple juice!

33. How often are you little? 🍬

Depends, sometimes a few times a week, sometimes a few times a month

34. What causes you to throw tantrums? 😡

When daddy won’t play with me or when I’m hungry!

35. Do you enjoy any art? 🖼

Fine arts for sure!

36. Do you have any little space toys! 🧸

Yes! My toy collection is slowly growing!

37. Last time in little space? 🤩

Yesterday!

38. Habits you do only in littlespace? 🥰

Drink a lot of water!

39. Ideal super power? 🦸🏻‍♀️

To read people’s mind!

40. Do you use diapers, pacis, bottles or soppy cups? 🍼

I use all of them but I am still getting into diapers!!!

Feel free to ask me more questions!!! I thought I would do this to add to my dash uwu

#little #agere blog #agere #sfw agere #sfw blog #sfw #baby bottle #babygirl #baby #questions #your tags #cute #kawaii #adorable #banner

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rcsordinaryworld · 6 years ago

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Daisy Outfit Compilation

Daisy from @bittersweetcandybowl usually dons her simple pearl necklace by itself, but occasionally she gets all dolled up and I think that’s really cute. I think of the cast, she’s the most interesting clothing-wise. She doesn’t wear it consistently, but she wears it more often than pretty much any of the not-always-clothed characters, if that makes sense. So I decided that, instead of doing my day job, I was going to make a compilation of all of Daisy’s outfits.

This probably won’t be an analysis, more of a dump with images and chapters listed. I like to draw her wearing clothing a lot and I like basing her outfits on things I think she would actually wear. I think her taste has remained pretty consistent through the years, so let’s see if that’s true! And also, sorry if I missed any, and please feel free to reply with any that I do miss.

The very first outfit we see Daisy wear is her cheerleader outfit (right). This one is her middle school one, which is a little different from high school, but I couldn’t find a color version. I also included a shot from when Augustus recalls seeing her in this in a later chapter, though it looks like she’s wearing her pearls on that one. Don’t you know you’re not supposed to wear accessories in uniform, Daisy?!

Not sure if it counts (since it was for a gag) but she did dress up as a lobster with the rest of the gang for Mike’s birthday. I love the little smile on her hat.

Next, the gang surprises her with a Daisy dress, of the Mario variety. Unfortunately, she doesn’t appreciate it very much. A shame, considering how much that thing must have cost!

This shows up in a flashback scene with Paulo, but I can’t really tell what it is. A coat I think? It’s not something she wore all the time though, since we’ve seen her as a child and she’s not been in it.

The first Christmas outfit, at Tess’s first party. All of the crew’s outfits are Santa inspired this year, but Daisy’s is particularly adorable thanks to a big bell she wears around her neck.

As it warms up, their PE class involves swim lessons, where Daisy’s donning a black T-shirt. I didn’t even think she would own one, considering how much she loved pastels, but she really is quite self conscious. I can’t tell if she’s wearing any bottoms, since it is a long shirt. I imagine she probably has those boyshort type bottoms, probably also in black.

Hush, no, you’re perfect.

At least she seem comfortable in her cheer outfit! Chapter 38 features the first appearance of her high school cheer outfit, which is different from her middle school one, most notably, that she seems allowed to wear jewelry. (she’s not the only one, as Katie is wearing a necklace.) Also, her new outfit shows off her middriff and has a different pattern on the front chest panel. This one shows up in a few different chapters (list not comprehensive) as well as in the Candybooru. Also interesting, is that it looks like their school colors are sky blue and black. Go Roseville High!

AYOO meme time

But seriously what a weird but cute outfit! It’s so unique!! She was really laying it on thick to impress Mike, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she made it herself. It has a bit of a modified-from-thrift-store-finds feel doesn’t it? I have no idea if Daisy can sew but I am choosing to believe she does. Sadly, the night goes horribly wrong, but hey, at least she looked cute right?

It’s kinda messed up that Tess was pushing so hard for Mike and Lucy to go to Acapulco, but totally doesn’t seem to care if Daisy and Abbey skipped out. Daisy helped you pass your classes, Tess! I mean, I guess Abbey did need the support, and we did get to see Daisy wear a cute dress to see them off. There’s lots of shots with it being all flowy and girly, I love it so much. That sash is great.

Speaking of cute dresses, she wore a simple but pretty one on her first date with Abbey. They went to a therapy session slash picnic which is a... non traditional choice, but a very sweet one. You can tell she’s really into Abbey by how she’s dressing up for him, and that Taeshi had a lot of fun drawing the flowiness of it.

Bonus silly cute images featuring glasses Daisy. She also sports glasses in the student gov chapter, and whenever she’s shown in the future, she also has them. Adorable.

Halloween costumes are always fun, and Daisy’s costume for freshman year was a traditional one-- a witch. I love the off-the-shoulders look of it. It’s a shame she wasn’t really important that chapter. I’m interested to see what the current Halloween chapter will have her wearing, if she’s in it.

Pillow Talk is still one of my favorite chapters, because who doesn’t love gossip? What’s interesting is all of them wear pjs, even if they don’t normally wear clothing. Daisy showed up just wearing her pearls, and then put on a sleep dress (gown?) at the actual party. I included a shot of her room from this chapter too, since how she decorates her space is just as interesting as how she decorates her body, right?

Parties are definitely where Daisy likes to show off her fashion sense the most. Tess also hosts the Christmas party the next year, and it’s very cute. She’s got like... a poncho style thing, which actually became a trend way after this I think, since this chapter came out in about 2012, but a sort of Mexican inspired flowy top seems like something that definitely became super common in 2018. She’s ahead of her time! I think I love the flower ornament by her ear too. I couldn’t find a good shot of the length of the dress though.

But enough happy times. The day after the party, she wore this bright navy blue trench coat when she and Abbey went to visit Charlotte’s grave. Usually her fur is enough to keep her warm, so wherever Charlotte is, must be freezing. I wonder if she’s got anything under it, or if that’s not a prerequisite for coats in the BCB universe?

Looks like the trip to the cemetery got her too bummed out to plan an outfit for the New Year’s party. She’s just wearing her standard pearls for that one. Tess has a cute dress though.

She’s in a much better mood by Rachel’s party. I love that her shoes match perfectly. Off-the-shoulders is a great look for her, just like with her witch costume. This one is also reminiscent of the Mexican style blouses I mentioned earlier. I don’t think the waist-cinching has the effect she was probably going for though, at least not without a belt. She really seems to like baby blue huh?

WAIT A MINUTE THAT’S JUST MIKE COLORED.

AWKWARD.

But moving on! Remember how we found out she’s a huge weeb? That was great.The lanyard and backpack are such a great touch of realism. Con badges are the worst part about cosplaying at cons, since if you’re caught off guard you’ll have it in the shot, ruining all of your hard work. She obviously did put some effort into it too-- her costume is really well sewn and intricate and poofy. Notice all those panels on the chest and skirt. My theory that Daisy can sew intensifies. Also those bows are just too cute! I wish she wore them more often.

The same night she’s wearing some pjs again, this time a blue slip. Nothing fancy.

While not an outfit, Love Again opens with the first canon appearance of Daisy’s hip curls, inspired by Kit’s lovely fanart. I’m pretty sure they have a tumblr but I don’t know it, sorry!! I’ll edit it if I find out.

An intermission comic featuring all of their days starts Daisy off in pjs. These look like the one from Lucy’s birthday sleepover, judging by the collar frills. Looks like it might be getting more snug on her as she grows up.

Speaking of growing up, here’s Daisy all dressed up for her birthday, sporting a very cute bow. Her actual dress is made of a really strange material that’s presumably extremely thin, and sewn with plenty of elastic, judging by the wrinkles. I think it’s an interesting experimental outfit, but it’s so detailed it doesn’t really look the best in small scale. I’m not a huge fan of the wrinkled look in general, but the colors are very flattering on her, and the overskirt thing is pretty nice.

Daisy makes a brief appearance in Escape Route, a chapter mostly about Augustus and Lucy. Normally she wears dresses, but this time she’s rocking a cupcake liner. Okay, so it’s not really her, but I can’t not include this cute cupcake!

Last but not least, here’s her outfit for Mady’s birthday party. I adore this outfit so much! It’s amusingly similar to one of Lucy’s mother’s outfits, though her mother pairs it with pants. That being said, I think this is my absolute favorite outfit of hers. The cardigan pairs great with her necklace, and the belted dress is just so flattering and and adds just enough detail. I think it’s simple, classy, flirty, and just so cute. Most of her looks have been blue, and this is actually one of the few pink outfits she owns, but we know she does like it based on her room. Pink pairs with her apricot/cream fur for a fun, girly look that’s just right for her.

And with that, we’ve finished compiling all of her outfits from the comic, though I didn’t gather any outfits that are Booru-exclusives, like her prom(?) dress. I thought about including those, but there’s so many to go through, and their canonity was so iffy that I decided against it for this post.

It seems safe to say Daisy has very simple tastes, with a rather timeless but definitely girly feel to them. Flowy, mid thigh dresses and skirts are her favorites, and seems to prefer sleeveless or off-the-shoulder looks. She also has a tendency to dress up to impress boys, but she does genuinely seem to enjoy making outfits, and she’s quite fashionable!

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed making it. Daisy deserves all the love in the world.

#BCB #Bittersweet Candy Bowl #webcomic #daisy #I could be convinced to do one of these for lucy or tessa though lucy doesn't wear nearly as much clothing #but it was a suprising amount of effort!#anyway here's my contribution to the fandom for the year lol.

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cristalknife · 4 years ago

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Kadam Week 2021 Day 4 ~ You are my treasure, can I keep you as part of my hoard? 3/4

(In four parts Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 or read complete on ao3 or ff.net)

July arrived and with it the time to move to New York.

Despite it all Kurt found out that it was less hard than what he expected, especially deciding what he wanted to take with him.

The piano and his mother drawer were the only two sentimental piece of furniture he didn't want to miss, and after asking his father, including asking Finn about the piano, if it was ok, Kurt had them both delivered to his new home.

The next important choice Kurt made about his living arrangement was splurging on a luxurious king sized bed. Big enough to either spread himself on it no matter on which form he was, or to comfortably allowing another person to sleep in it.

While the renovation were proceeding swiftly, Kurt started to look around for a job.

It was a mere coincidence that he had just decided to stop the search to read one or two articles on vogue dot com, allowing himself a distraction to enjoy a coffee break, when he noticed a tiny link saying that there were new openings available.

Checking on the openings on a whim he saw that one of them was right here in New York, it was a personal assistant for one of the senior editor. Without even thinking too much on it, Kurt sent his resume and his portfolio containing all the costumes and accessory he made since he was in middle school.

It was quite the surprise when he found himself being called for an interview only a couple of days later.

Once hired it took him no time to actually find his footing between the work at Vogue and finishing his nest.

One of the things he was most proud of, was that he managed to recreate a mini dancing studio on one corner of the loft.

He had found a bargain, four full figure mirrors that could be moved around to give both the front and side view of a position or put side by side and offer enough view to check out a choreography.

He ended up also splurging on a portable ballet bar, so he could train properly even in his own home and not just on the school’s studios once he officially started attending it.

Nyada had been full of surprises.

First of all, Rachel had looked terribly and personally offended when she discovered Kurt was accepted in the school as well. She pushed things to the point that she refused to say hello to him during the first few days, and even refusing to look at him. Not that it affected Kurt that much, or at all in fact…

When she finally realised that all the gossipping she had done trying to put him down wasn’t as effective since he wasn't living in the dorms like she did, a piece of information she managed to obtain after using her feminine charms on a student working as administrative aid in the dorm hall.

She quickly returned to see him as her best gay and started giving hints on how it would be amazing living together, and how sharing rent would be a lot easier, and how she was willing to do this for his benefit, since he was not able to get a place in the dorms like she had.

Kurt simply smiled and allowed Rachel to rant, before finding a way to distract her and move along without ever answering the veiled and not so veiled attempts at discovering where he was living.

He was past the point of caring for someone so ready to walk all over him once he was no longer useful. Especially if they had an history of returning, apologising while and expecting for things to return exactly the same, and then restart the cycle all over again.

One of the first things Kurt had done once he stepped officially into the school as a student, was to search for the Adam's Apples’ posters.

He kept an eye out for James in the hallways as he moved through the school. It took Kurt about a week, to fully mentally map the school, and find the ways that were faster to move through his classes.

The second thing he had to do, was finding out a balance between keeping working with Isabelle for Vogue, and properly handle his schooling.

Fortunately at that time his nest had been already completed and he had already the time to settle and cosied up in his new home.

It took him exactly twenty one days before he managed to find the balance to start extra curricular activities. During that time he had already made friends with a few of his classmates. Especially some from the ‘intro to costume design and care workshop’. Which he had soon discovered, despite the misleading name, was very much at the very least an intermediate class if not directly an advanced one...

The good thing about not having a choice on which course he could attend, was that he had his complete schedule for the next four years, and it looked gruelling…

But if he managed to keep the pace, he would came out a great performer, with enough technical knowledge to never have to worry about finding a job whether on the stage or behind the scenes...

All in all the prospect of such stability was very tempting and worthwhile.

The course were spreaded out in his schedule in a way that kept a pretty nice balance, alternating between active and physically oriented classes and the theoretical or light activity ones.

The one thing that Kurt hadn't figured out yet, was how come he could hear a lot of people badmouthing The Apples, while none of those who did seemed to even able to say the correct name of the group.

After the third attempt of yet another well meaning friendly classmates, about not joining a group of losers, Kurt made a vow to himself that as soon as he felt comfortable in the school, he would join the Adam's Apple.

The day Rachel Berry thought it was a good idea come to Kurt to say how glad she was that neither of them were underdogs anymore.

No longer part of the basket containing rag dolls and misfit toys, but proper members of the school’s social hierarchy and ready to soar high above the masses.

It was the day that Kurt stopped postponing it and went directly to sign his name on the sign up flier. On a whim he left in there also his number with a smiley face and the message 'call me'

He wasn't sure why he got so bold, maybe it was because, like the very first time, the poster carried on it the now familiar scent of sugar cinnamon with that tantalising hint of peppermint that Kurt was steadily falling in love with.

He had tried to find at school, the person wearing it, but between all his classes and the overpowering mixed scent from all the other students, the very faint trace left in the air was never enough for Kurt to manage to meet that person.

By the time he reached the end of his school day, his phone had a new message from an unknown number ‘If you don't have other previous engagements we're in the auditorium 2 on the west side of the campus. Adam’

Kurt found himself grinning broadly, his step quick and light as he travelled securely through the school's hallways to reach his destination. The closer he got, the more pregnant the air got with both familiar and new scents.

As he walked in, he saw many familiar face and felt a warm and welcoming humming sensation passing through his skin.

It wasn't invasive but it was clearly something someone was doing, as it didn't felt hostile at all, unlike other prodding Kurt had to deal with, he simply smiled and allow himself to be read openly, letting his walls consciously coming down.

As soon as he did that almost everyone in the room looked at him with a mix of awe and respect. James ginned madly and waved "Come on in Kurt it's so good to see you again. I'm glad you found us, you arrived just in time we were voting on what to work on next, come come we need your opinion"

Kurt raised an eyebrow asking curiously "I thought there was going some sort of audition first to join in?"

A tall blond man with a beanie, and a smile that could bring a ray of sunshine in the middle of a blizzard, said warmly in a soft british accent "Oh there were, but you already passed all the important ones, and we know already you can sing, or you wouldn't be a major vocal performer... By the way I’m Adam Crawford, nice to finally meet you in person Kurt"

Kurt thought back to all he had observed that far and started grinning "So that's why no one with clearly not so nice intention seems to ever get the name of your group right..."

Adam nodded, a smug pleased smile taking place on his face, seeing that expression made Kurt puff out his chest with pride at having managed such accomplishment.

As soon as Kurt had walked up the group Adam offered him his hand to shake, when they touched a spark of electricity travelled down his spine.

Whether it was because of that first skin on skin contact or because, once he had got close enough he was finally able to identify that Adam was the one carrying around the familiar scent he had been searching for.

The one scent that had kept Kurt sane and grounded since the very first time he stepped foot on Nyada all those months ago.

Following Adam's example everyone took a turn to introduce themselves and wave a welcome to Kurt, already accepting him as a member of their community.

Kurt didn’t realise it at the time, but from that moment on he would always stand in Adam’s vicinity.

And while the other Apples would at times pat him on the back or have some small occasional touch, like quick hugs, or crying on Kurt’s shoulder and receiving comfort, Adam was the only one allowed casual lingering touches, legs brushing, a hand left on Kurt longer than strictly necessary.

Being a member of the Adam’s Apples was a new and amazing experience for Kurt, the feeling of being accepted without question or conditions almost a little heady.

He relished in it, returning the smiles and feeling more at home than he ever thought possible.

It took Kurt longer than he would have liked to admit, almost until Halloween, for him to realise that every single member of the Adam's Apples had supernatural heritage.

To realise that his initial act of good will, lowering his walls for all of them, had been taken exactly for the huge sign of trust that it was.

And when he realised that, one of the times they were the last one left to straighten up the auditorium after practice, Kurt found himself asking Adam "Is it because we all have supernatural heritage that every time we sing together the air vibrates and makes all our scents stronger and mingle together into a single harmony?"

Adam turned to look at Kurt intently, he unconsciously licked his lips before asking surprised "You feel that too?"

Kurt looked up confused and then asked "Doesn't everyone? I thought it was one of the reasons why we always end up together one way or another. Especially the day after practice, each one of us carries on our mixed scent and it feels like we’re all part of… Well same as a colony I guess? Or maybe a community? I’m not sure neither term seem just quite right though they both come close enough…"

Kurt was frowning trying to translate the sound ringing in his mind into human language. Its meaning larger than family, but it also represented a cohesive unit, it was puzzling him.

Even more puzzling was the fact that Adam was staring at Kurt, almost as if he was unsure of something, his hands clenching around the journal in which he often scribbled the arrangements for their group.

It was barely above a whisper, but in the silent room Adam’s words sounded as clear as crystal bells "A clan..."

And as soon as Adam said the word Kurt looked up and he felt as if he was completely raw and exposed. A question burning inside him, a question that was important, vitally so.

The kind of questions that only had life altering answers, and as it raised from the very centre of his soul, Kurt's voice become incredibly soft as he asked shyly "Ours?"

What Kurt didn't know, but that Adam could see, was that Kurt's eye had shifted, slit pupils and silver shining giving away exactly Kurt's heritage for the first time.

And Adam found the sight downright breathtaking, the air between them vibrating with promises and opportunities.

Not wanting to risk losing his chance, or give Kurt the wrong impression that he was being rejected Adam answered just as softly

"Ours if you want to accept the responsibility of taking care of them together."

Kurt smiled and nodded "I'd love for that and more"

then a little self conscious he asked hesitantly "Adam, can I tell you something weird without risking losing you?"

Adam smiled reassuringly "Kurt I can promise you that no matter how strange it might seem, it won't be the reason for me to want to leave you"

Kurt appeared reassured by the honest and realistic answer Adam gave him "I love your scent. I've loved it since the first day I stepped in the school and I met James. And I don't know why but since I joined the Apples, I find that I am missing it and you all the more every time we are apart, and I'm sorry it probably sounds creepy I promised it did not sound that bad in my head."

Kurt groaned and hid his face into his hands a pained whine leaving his throat.

Hearing that sound made Adam react without even thinking. He moved faster than either of them expected and wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, nuzzling his face on top of Kurt's head, slowly making his way down to the crock of Kurt’s neck.

Efficiently scent marking Kurt as his, Adam’s eyes shifted, the vertical slit and the iridescent ocean blue colour shown openly, perfect match as Kurt's own eyes.

To Adam’s immense surprise and pleasure, Kurt's whine transformed into a soft purr as he threw his head back and allowed Adam to continue the action also on the other side of his neck, completely drenching Kurt in Adam's own scent.

Kurt didn't know when he closed his eyes, but the moment he reopened them he was staring into Adam's shifted eyes, he leaned forward and started nuzzling his nose against Adam's.

An action that made the other man exhale a sigh and hold onto Kurt a fraction tighter than before. Feeling a rush of delighted pleasure hearing the sound, Kurt mirrored Adam's actions in the reverse order. Starting nuzzling his face on Adam's neck working his way from one side to the other, his hand wrapped possessively around Adam's waist.

Kurt stopped only when all he could smell was their combined scent, a small satisfied growl left his throat as he rested his forehead against Adam's breathing in the result of their combined effort.

In what sounded like a teasing purr Kurt asked with a grin "Does this mean we are going to go out on a date anytime soon?"

Adam chuckled, and said jovially "If you pick up your bag we can go now. I know just the place, it has a mean cuppa and I've been told a killer cheesecake. We could try it out and you can tell me if it is as fabulous as it's rumoured to be, if not we could go on another date until we find our cheesecake..."

Kurt grinned picking up his bag quickly and then offering his hand to Adam who accepted it in his in a heartbeat before entwining their fingers together.

Kurt chuckled and asked playfully "You know right that after such introduction it is basically guaranteed that I'd call it not as up as it's hyped, just for the sake of having more dates in which we chase the perfect cheesecake?"

Adam grinned and winked at Kurt before answering tongue in cheek "You say it, like mentioning that part wasn't exactly all part of my great master plan..."

Kurt laughed amused and then leaned forward to place a peek on Adam's cheek before saying pleased "I'm glad you have such plans for us, please feel free to think more of them, I've liked all our adventures this far..."

Adam grinned and true to his word, he lead Kurt to their first official date.

By the time every corner and every door frame of Nyada carried a ribbon with mistletoe, everyone in the school knew to not to ever trying bring trouble to The Apples.

Everyone also knew that every moment in which they were not in class, where Adam Crawford was Kurt Hummel wouldn't be much far, with the reverse being just as true…

Rachel had tried unsuccessfully to claim back even a semblance of closeness with Kurt, but Kurt had lost any regard for her a long time ago, exactly the moment when she did as Kurt had always suspected she would, and dumped Finn like yesterday's trash.

All for the sake of courting the grace of an older Nyada's student, trying to gain a better social standing within the school's social hierarchy.

As cold as it might have sounded, the girl that used to be his friend had disappeared the moment that the diva returned with an ego bigger than ever before.

Believing she was the best of the best because a senior asked her, a freshmen to star in his project, she had no shame in posing nude for it, and it gained her many admirers.

Kurt couldn't do anything else but shake his head at the spectacle and hoping against hope, that she knew what she was doing. He might not have considered her a friend anymore, but he didn't want to see her professional reputation destroyed because of a stupid mistake she made on her first year in college...

But alas, she was not part of the ones under his care, and between everything going on in his life, he really couldn’t spare the energies or the time mothering a girl who didn’t even realise how coddled she had been all her life…

Once the golden tickets for the Winter Showcase were handed out, another wave of jealousy and envy was aimed directly at Kurt, for he was the only freshman this year to be invited.

On that evening he demonstrated exactly why he earned his golden ticket, as he won the event with his performance.

Adam couldn't have been more proud of his boyfriend, however when people came around and he tried to give Kurt space, allowing him to bask in his well deserved glory, Kurt surprised him and everyone else in the Round Room.

When one of the school generous patrons asked him how he could perform with such vivid emotions Kurt simply smiled, wrapped his arm around Adam's waist and said

"By knowing I have the full support of my partner and our friends. Knowing that he will be here for me every step of the way, flying high by my side and never resenting my time in the spot light. Because he is just as sure as I am, of our individual skills, and he knows we’ll all have our time to shine. I wouldn't stand where I am now if I hadn't met him and our friends."

Adam knew it wasn't Kurt's intention to try to promote him or the other Apples. But having a Winter Showcase Winner sharing the spotlight, putting his name and reputation on the line promoting other students, and talking about them with such conviction, it was almost unheard of, and thus something to take note of, something that piqued the curiosity of many people.

Especially because Kurt’s belief in them being the truth reverberated in each and every word he spoke that night.

Their first christmas together as a couple saw Adam and Kurt rounding up at the loft all the members of their clan who were not going home for the holidays, and make a three days long sleepover, with shared cooking and stories, and lots of lit candles and songs.

With the new year new challenges awaited, Adam and Kurt's relationship was growing deeper and stronger the more time they spent together.

The Apples formed a protective shield around the couple, when it became known that in the midst of the group of prospect coming over to visit the school and take their final auditions, there was also Kurt's ex.

Who, despite not having had contact with Kurt in almost a year, and despite the fact that Kurt had been in a relationship with Adam for quite few months now, still believed he could somehow have any claim on Kurt.

Certainly he demonstrated to be annoyingly persistent, to the point that more than one student, even those who didn't like the fact that Kurt wasn't willing to play their social intrigue games, were more than willing to push the hobbit under the bus...

And if that school wide show of support had started, because a couple of the Apples had been talking about how Kurt would be glad to anyone keeping the midget away from him...

Well no one would be stupid enough to admit openly to eavesdrop other people discussions...

And if that conversation had been carefully planned to happen within the earshot of two of the most well known gossips of Nyada...

Well knowing glances were exchanged within their clan, but no one openly commented on it.

Except the casual "Oh look what happened, I wonder how that came to be" said with knowing grins.

Blaine had been shocked by his reception at Nyada to say the least. He had expected to walk in there as an acclaimed rock star. He expected Rachel and Kurt to pat his back for his accomplishments of coming so far. Well to be completely honest, he expected Rachel to be top of the world and Kurt to be completely lost and floundering without him… Instead the rumours he could hear, told him a whole different story, one he didn't want to listen to.

So Blaine did what he knew how to do best, he ignored everything that didn't fit his view of the world, like people somehow respecting and finding Kurt to be more interesting than himself.

Sure that it would all go away as usual, and the proper order of things would soon be restored and great things were waiting just for him when he’d step into the school the coming fall...

Rachel was starting to feel the pressure of being all alone. She was surrounded by admirers who were starting to wavery slip away.

Especially once her connection to Blaine became known, while the school as whole seemed to have a sudden unreasonable and unprovoked dislike for her friend.

She was getting desperate, nothing she did seemed to please her professors, they kept repeating that she was taking the easy way out, that she wasn't pouring her effort into her studies, that she wasn't trying hard enough...

It was frustrating to say the least, but her new boyfriend offered her a great solution to remedy most of her problem, she simply had to challenge Kurt to a Midnight Madness duel.

Given his position as Winter Showcase Winner he couldn't refuse the challenge without losing face, and Rachel simply needed to tell Brody which song she could beat Kurt with, and he would take care of the rest, making sure it would be randomly be extracted for their duel.

And Of course as per Midnight Madness tradition as the challenger she could go and sing first, adjusting the key of the song to her range, creating more difficulties for Kurt.

Needless to say that when Rachel came and threw her challenge gauntlet at Kurt's feet, as last act of kindness to honour the friendship they had shared in the past, Kurt offered Rachel a way out, to take back the challenge while there were no other witnesses than both of theirs boyfriends, and let things go.

Rachel of course only saw that as Kurt being too afraid of loosing to her, like he always had before.

Blindly believing in her own ability she simply called out the attention of everyone nearby and repeated her challenge.

Kurt shook his head but accepted the challenge and then in a lower voice he said to her "I hope you're happy in the end. Remember this I tried to stop you, what happens next it’s all on you."

Rachel too self assured in her own arrogance she said condescendingly "I will remember that when I'm back on top of the pyramid and you're back on the bottom where you belong"

After such callous remark Kurt completely washed his hands of her.

As their duel date grew closer Adam stood by Kurt's side, reminding him that it was ok to let go of toxic people.

A couple of days before the duel Kurt asked Adam worried "Are you sure our clan won't see this as me turning my back on one of my friend..."

Adam came right behind Kurt and held him in a gentle embrace "Darling, I'm pretty sure we all see how your relationship with Berry can barely be called acquaintanceship. She had not been willing to spend time with you at the beginning of the year, by the time thanksgiving had came around she wasn't even saying hello to you in the hallways... That's not friendship. So no, my love don't worry, we all know you take good care of your friends. And it's perfectly ok to stop considering someone your friend if they have stopped being one. In fact I have to say that I personally found it more worthy of praise, knowing when to walk away from things that are not good for you, especially if you have people depending on you. My love do you understand how important you are to me? How much your happiness and wellbeing mean to me?"

Kurt simply nodded slowly and resting his head on Adam's shoulder leaving small kisses on the exposed skin under his lips

Despite the delightful sensation Adam kept talking seriously and said "Do you realise that once you became the other leader of our clan you pledged to take care of every member of our clan, that my dearest, includes yourself. So please don't worry so much about what she could do, or how our clan will react when you defeat her, because I can tell you exactly how it will end. You will win despite the machination that surely Berry and Weston have going on, and then we'll have everyone asking to come over to your place to celebrate your victory and end staying up until dawn”

Kurt chuckled at what sounded like a pretty accurate description of their clan's usual behaviour. He leaned in and kissed Adam properly allowing his tongue to take in the sweet spicy taste that was so characteristically Adam before asking right on his partner's swollen lips "Does that mean you're coming home with me starting tonight so we can prepare enough food to have our place invaded by the hoard of famished friends that are also the loved members of our clan?"

Adam’s smile grew bigger at hearing Kurt calling the loft their place. It was sort of the unofficial truth in a way, they ended up spending most of their time at Kurt's place because it was bigger and the presence of both the piano and what could be considered a mini dance studio, was the optimal set up for arrangements and choosing choreography without having to spend hours to no end on the school’s grounds. The loft had also all the best facility within easy reach, like the stocked kitchen and a comfy bed.

On the rare occasion they were not at the loft, they both could be found at Adam's small flat.

It didn't allow the same amount of freedom as the loft did, but on the brighter side it had been in Adam's family for many years, making it the kind of sure base no one could ever kick them out from.

It was the kind of security that made the slightly cramped space still very much cherished and worthwhile.

As things were, Adam was more than willing to help out preparing the feast for Kurt's celebration.

The night of the Midnight Madness came, and as Adam had predicted Weston was the judge, casting some shadows on the randomness of the songs selection, especially when the song extracted was Defying Gravity, and Rachel had a very satisfied smile on her face.

Kurt only sighed softly and shook his head, pity shining in his eyes.

After Rachel performed, Kurt found out that the musicians were not going to adapt the score to his key. He simply shrugged it off and proceeded in giving one of the best performance anyone in the room had ever seen from him.

And once more, just as Adam predicted, he won with a landslide. Even before reaching Bushwick texts of congratulations and requests to drop by the loft started, and once everyone arrived the rest of the night passed between laughters smiles and happiness.

By the time Adam and Kurt had been left alone and everyone else had dispersed Kurt asked teasingly "You know, sometimes I wonder if you have at least a small skill like premonition or foresight... You were pretty accurate on what was going to happen last night"

Adam chuckled softly "Last night wasn't even a guess, it was simply a deep knowledge of all the people involved in the situation. I knew you are an incredible singer. I knew Berry was too full of herself, and that Weston had too many reasons to want Berry to succeed. And I've known some of our clan's members for the past four years. With all that knowledge there wasn't even need to guess on how the night would have evolved."

Kurt nodded, the reasoning was perfectly logical and yet he felt like there was something more, smiling softly he tilted his head to the side and asked curiously "Should I take your lack of general answer as an indication that I ended up poking to a family secret you're not allowed to share with me?"

Adam blinked slowly registering the calm acceptance coming from Kurt, his scent as open and welcoming as ever.

And Adam felt himself fall a little deeper in love with Kurt, because he could read in every line of Kurt's body, in every sound of his wonderful voice, that Adam could answer that yes it was a family secret, and it would be accepted without a second thought. No additional pressure or demands. And that thought of complete trust and acceptance was almost too much to bear. Adam came standing in front of Kurt and kissed him passionately.

When they both emerged from it short on their breath, Adam rested his forehead on Kurt's and said very lowly as it if was a secret that needed to stay just between the two of them "There is a little bit of foresight in the family but it's not one of my abilities"

Adam should have expected it, really, but seeing the look of awe Kurt sent his way, and all because he opened up a little. It was breathtaking, he noticed how Kurt turned wistful as he said just as softly and lowly as Adam had, intuitively mimicking the intentional spell of keeping those words from anyone else's ears "I wish I'd knew that much or anything really about my own heritage and family’s abilities"

Adam blinked confused, no one with so much power and control could be anything else but the descendant of two lines with no less than five, maybe six generations of member of the family able to shift completely. He never asked or seen for himself but Adam was was sure Kurt was able to shift completely.

Because it mattered not how the air moved into the loft, there was not a single place that didn’t smell mainly of Kurt. Even if his own scent had been around and present long enough, that anyone with a nose could reach the loft's door and know that even if only one person was found inside, there was also someone else guarding the treasures inside.

Adam could see the honest hint of sadness and regret that added a touch of acre undertone to Kurt's usually fresh scent of mint honey and rosemary. It smelled like loss, and things were not making much sense to Adam, and following an instinct that screamed at him that he was missing something important he asked impulsively "How long have you known?"

Kurt bit his lower lip and started shuffling things around, not really looking up at Adam when he said “less than a year ago, I found out the day I broke up with Blaine, it was like something just broke inside of me. And next thing I know my dad takes me for a field trip into the woods, instead of going home for dinner.

He brings me to a canyon with a spectacular view, that I'm pretty sure was out of place in Ohio, he tells me he didn't know how else to do it, that he wished my mom was still with us to help him out. And to forgive him for what he was about to do.

Then he frikking walked back over the edge and I lost at least a decade of my life in that exact moment. Not even knowing how or why I dived after him, the next thing I know we have both shifted into dragons and he's giving me direction with a series of growls that shouldn't have made as much sense as they did. And then grinning like he hadn't given me the scare of a lifetime he said something about how I did well.

Before he had the gall to ask me if I could figure out how to turn back human on my own, or if we needed to find a way to take me home in that shape. I was soo mad at him, and none of the sound I could produce were adequate to express exactly what I wanted to tell him"

Adam raised a hand to cover his mouth, seeing how incensed Kurt still was, almost a year later from the episode, gave him a pretty good indication that if nothing else his rage born of fear had been enough to allow Kurt to find a way to return to his human form on his own.

Kurt noticed Adam silent chuckle and levelled him a glare "It was not that funny at that moment, though it was one of the only few times my dad simply allowed me to vent at him till the very end of everything I had to say afterwards"

Adam simply nodded still smiling, and Kurt continued

"Well he also explained to me he really didn't know what to do, as he refused to do as his father did, despite that being the same exact way how his father’s father had doe, dad was adamant about not wanting to simply push me off a cliff..."

As Adam wrinkled his nose Kurt took in that despite the humour there was no apparent surprise in his boyfriend stance, nor in his scent, so he asked perplexed "You don't seem surprised?"

Adam shook his head "Not really love, those have been indeed way to test out kids to see whether they just had potential, or if they could only access part of the family's abilities, or if they had the gift strong enough to make a full shift. Despite sounding more traumatic, a long fall like a cliff or a canyon would give the child the time to shift without coming to harm or giving the elder the time needed to rescued them should they be unable to shift."

Kurt raised his eyebrow "And what exactly would be a seemingly less scary and more dangerous way?"

Adam grinned and shrugged as he said totally unbothered "A game of let's see who can jump higher done from the roof or a two floors cottage in the middle of the English's countryside..."

Kurt looked taken aback and blinked. Adam could see the gears turning inside his mind "You must have been a kid to do that kind of game, I really can't picture a teenager doing anything of the sort if not for a challenge..."

Adam nodded pleased as he hummed his confirmation "I was a tad younger but I wanted to play with my older brothers who were around ten and eleven, at the time"

Kurt nodded understanding shining in his eyes "Dad said he was twelve when it happened to him, and that he vowed he would never do that to any child of his, so he was sort of stuck on how to handle it I guess"

Adam really wanted to know just how long Kurt's mom had been out of the picture, and also how could it be that with so much control he still seemed to know so little, or at least have a very insatiable thirst for any kind of knowledge.

He bit his lips trying to find a non offensive and not demanding way to ask and have his doubts cleared up. ~End of Part 3~ Next

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cuddlysmii7y · 7 years ago

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All Dressed Up (Halloween Fic)(High School AU)

“Is it okay if I bring my exchange student with? My mom said I need to include him more.” Craig asked.

“Yeah sure, we can get a better discount at the fair with a larger group.” Brock said

“Which kid did you end up getting anyway?” Marcel asked.

“The Canadian.” Craig replied.

“Wait, you got that one?? I thought you had like Brian, seeing how you’re both Irish.” Tyler stated

“I’m not really Irish though.”

“You said you were from Northern Ireland!” Scotty jumped in.

“I am! But that’s British, not Irish!”

“Same fucking difference!” Marcel yelled.

“No its not!”

“Shut up, you idiots! We still need to plan this shit!” Evan yelled back.

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indigomasquerade97 · 7 years ago

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A Gift For Oscar

Okay, so this is for @neonthewrite‘s Halloween contest. It’s set during Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines, when Sam was saved by Dean and the brothers meet Oscar. I hope you like it!

Dean strolled down the path, glancing disinterestedly through the windows of stores. Every window was themed for the season, sporting black and orange colours with an assortment of supernatural creatures that had been rendered into amusing cutouts and figurines. He snorted at the image of a snarling beast head, a lame imitation of a werewolf.

The people don’t need to know how wrong they are, he mused, and kept walking.

Sam moved a bit in his front pocket. Dean faltered in his step, shoving his hands into his jean pockets to try and hide it. He still wasn’t used to his shrunken brother riding in his pocket. Really, who would? It was not a situation most people would have to experience, after all. He glanced around as Sam peaked over the lip of the pocket, making sure no one was looking his way. He couldn’t afford to be negligent; not with his vulnerable brother.

‘Dean, wait!’ Sam called. Dean stopped immediately, glancing down at his little brother. Literally. Sam was looking out at a shop, which Dean noted was a toy store.

‘You think there will be some clothes in there for ya, small fry?’ Dean asked. Sam shrugged, picking at his too tight shirt. He’d only had it for less than a month and already he was outgrowing it.

‘Can’t hurt to check.’ He commented, ducking back out of sight.

Dean shrugged, walking inside with a small jingle announcing his presence. He smiled at the older woman at the front desk, moving about to look like he was browsing. He discretely moved towards the doll section, trying not to be noticed. As much as he wanted to help his brother out, he didn’t particularly like the idea of being seen in the frilly pink girls isle. His masculinity was on the line there. Luckily enough, the store was practically deserted. With one final glance around, he gave Sam the all clear.

Sam pulled himself over the lip, glancing at all the doll clothes on sale. They were mainly barbie dolls, with frilly dresses that were too big for him anyway. He wasn’t even half the size of those dolls. He remembered being capable of holding one of them in his hand, and now marveled over the weight they would be for him if he tried holding one now. He frowned, tearing his eyes away from the sad sight.

He looked over at a different set of dolls, more customized and variant. Most of them were around his size, and some even looked fairly comfortable. Or, at least, as comfortable as human made doll clothes could be. They were always too thick, and caused him to itch. But, he couldn’t bring himself to tell Dean. He was so happy to help his brother that Sam couldn’t tell him how uncomfortable they often made him feel.

But his eyes widened when he caught sight of something that almost shone in the light. He practically leapt out of the pocket, he leaned forward so quick. Dean flinched, his hands coming up to catch him if he were to fall.

‘Dude, what the f-’

‘Dean! It’s perfect!’ Sam cried, pointing at the clothes that had caught his attention. Dean frowned when he looked over, but a smirk of understanding soon replaced it as a thought struck him.

‘That would look great on Oz, huh?’ He asked, picking the doll up. It was about the same size as Sam, so it may be a bit big on the younger kid. But now that he had the image in his head, he couldn’t resist getting it. He began walking again, heading towards the front desk so he could buy the doll.

‘Oh! Dean, look!’ Sam continued, pointing at another doll set and something else against the wall excitedly, ‘Something for us!’

Dean took one look at them and stopped, glaring down at his brother.

‘No,’ He said forcefully, but quietly, ’There is no way I’m wearing that!’

Oscar sat on his seat made from a ring box, quietly dethreading some cloth for his new project. He was still rusty at the act of making clothes, always making little mistakes, but he noticed those mistakes were becoming less frequent. At this rate he would be as good as his mother. At the very least, the act of dethreading the thick fibers calmed him down whenever he was stressed or upset.

He made a note to teach Sam how to do this in one of his next lessons.

Speaking of...

There was a knock on the wall by his door, startling the eight year old from his work. Sam was walking inside, smiling widely. Oscar blinked at his strange clothes. He wore a red vest over a black shirt, still wearing his usual blue jeans. A red cap and yellow backpack completed the strange look, and in one hand was a strange red and white cloth ball.

‘...What are you wearing?’ Oscar asked, confused by the new look. He slid off the too big chair, leaving the cloth over it so he could return to it later. He idly hoped he would be able to fit in it better when he grew older.

Sam chuckled at his question, twirling to show off every part of his new clothes.

‘Getting in the Halloween spirit. Like my Pokemon trainer costume?’

Oscar frowned, looking back at the strange clothes. Halloween...?

‘That’s... when humans dress up and go to scare others, right?’ He asked. He’d heard of the strange tradition once when he’d gone to investigate the front desk, and had been envious of the humans’ ability to dress up and travel to gain candy. He’d had no reason to partake in the custom in the past, for obvious reasons. He couldn’t exactly go “tick or tweeting”, after all.

‘We even got you something.’ Sam continued, darting back out to haul in something else. He held it up by the collar, holding an accessory in his other hand. Oscars eyes widened as he took the costume in. He brushed his hand over the rough fabric; human made, then. It was bulky and rough... but it did look cool. He looked up at his friends pleased face. Was he trying to coax Oscar into joining him in the festive activities?

‘We were gonna dress up and watch some Halloween movies tonight,’ Sam continued, ‘Dean and I were hoping you would come along.’

Oscar sniffed, smiling through the tears of joy that threatened to blind him. He wrapped his skinny arms around the bulkier boy, burying his face into his vest. He’d never been given a gift like this before. And the simple act of the brothers inviting him in their celebrations of the holiday he’d imagined joining in the past made his heart swell.

Not for the first time in the last couple of months, he was glad Dean had captured him.

‘I love it!’ Oscar declared, almost ripping the costume from Sam’s fingers so he could see it better in the dim light under the floorboards. The sleeves would be a bit bulky on his too thin arms, but he could fix that. He grabbed one of his needles, placing the costume onto the table.

‘Can you help me?’ He asked as he began working in fixing some of the fixable flaws.

Dean sat by the vent, occasionally looking over to see if the kids had arrived yet. Sam had been gone for a while now, and he was beginning to get worried. Okay, he’d been worried the second his brother had left his sight, but still. Sam was absolutely tiny, and there were so many things that could hurt him now. Sam could have gotten hurt in the tunnels of the wall, where he would be stuck and helpless. He imagined mice and rats cornering him in the dark. Even thought Oscar said mice were fairly docile, he still couldn’t get the idea out of his head.

And then there was the eight year old kid they had found, and who they were both beginning to see as another brother. He was even tinier than Sam, and even with his years of knowledge and experience being that size, he was still vulnerable. Imagining the dangers they faced just inside the walls behind his back made Dean’s heart flutter with worry. If they don’t hurry up, I’m ripping the walls apart, he thought, only half joking. If something actually happened to those kids, a wall wouldn’t stop him from getting to them and protecting them.

He glanced back down when he heard soft voices coming from the vent. Dean smiled, moving away from the vent to give them some room. They didn’t need him looming over them.

Sam climbed out through the vent slots first, waving to his brother when he was on the ground. Oscar followed soon after, smiling up at Dean. At least, he did until his helmet slid down over his face.

Oscar wore a green fabric over his usual clothes, the baggy sleeves looking like they had been sewn together to fit better. Dean could barely make out the fine thread that had been messily added to the bunched up fabric. Plastic guards made to resemble metal were latched around his arms and shins, having been tightened around his limbs with extra thread. A slightly too big chest guard was settled over him, but the kid didn’t seem to mind how it bumped into him with every movement. A green helmet sat on his head, with what looked like sloppily detailed wings over where his ears would be. It was too big and slid all over his head. He didn’t hold the shield, which was held by Sam. It looked huge and bulky in his hands. But Oscar did have the plastic sword attached to his hip. On the other hip rested his usual bag, which almost seemed the suit the costume with how old and worn out it looked.

‘W-what do you think?’ Oscar asked, finally giving up on the helmet and removing it. His mousy hair stuck up every which way, and Dean smirked as he gently ran a finger over it to mess it up even more. Oscar didn’t flinch away from the teasing movement, but he did send a glare his way. Dean almost lost it when he realised how similar the look was to Sam’s trademark bitchface.

‘Looks like our resident knight finally looks the part.’ Dean answered. Oscar smiled, idly petting at his hair to make the mess more manageable.

He then frowned, finally looking Dean over. Dean cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. For a long moment Oscar just examined him.

‘Dean... what are you wearing?’ Oscar finally asked. Dean groaned, sending a glare at Sam. He just grinned smugly, clapping a hand over the smaller kids shoulder.

‘What kind of knight would you be without a dragon to slay?’ He asked, then snickered, ‘And what kind of trainer would I be without my own Charmander?’

Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his little brother. He crossed his arms in the silly orange onesie he wore. The tail was bunched up behind him, and the hood was slightly too big on him. It was embarrassing! But he hadn’t been able to say no to Sam’s damn puppy dog eyes.

And, seeing little Oz giggling to himself, he realized it was totally worth it to make the kid laugh.

‘Okay you two,’ Dean muttered, deftly sweeping them up and moving towards the bed, where he’d already prepared some movies and lots of chocolate, ‘Let’s get this marathon started.’

#contest #sam winchester #dean winchester #oscar #g/t #fluff

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ghost-green-signs · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by @galdramani, thanks!

What is your aesthetic?

Road trips, books, and eerie things. I don’t think there is a name for it but I’m open to ideas.

What is your favourite halloween costumes you’ve done?

I made a pretty great Wednesday Addams a few years ago. I was a garden gnome one year. I loved my pirate costume because it was appropriately Junior year of college and my accessory was a bottle of Captain Morgan. No plans so far for this year but I have a costume picked out just in case something comes up.

What is your dream job?

Full time author. Then of course there are the little ones that I think i’d enjoy if money didn’t factor in- Florist, bookstore owner, travel guide.

Who is your current celebrity crush?

I’m a sucker for Oscar Isaac

What are three movies that make you cry?

Anything if I’m in the right mood. Forest Gump? Fried Green Tomatoes? I cry when I’m too happy also so really this is a sliding scale.

What is the last book you finished reading?

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman

What colour eyes do you have?

Blue

Do you dance in the car?

More than I should

Earrings or necklaces?

Both. I wear diamond studs to work almost every day and I used to have a necklace that I never took off. I wore it for about seven years straight.

Favourite drink?

I feel that this is seasonally biased but PSL, Chai latte, or a good coffee. I was a barista and it made me a little bit of a coffee snob.

What is one thing on your bucket list?

Travel the world.

First concert?

Don’t judge me. Lady Antebellum. I went bc my sister had an extra ticket. It stormed and everyone ran for cover. The band decided to play anyway and we went out onto the lawn, climbed up on the rails and listened in the rain. We both caught colds and came home covered in mud but it was so much fun.

What are your favourite lyrics?

Currently “My thoughts of you could heat or cool the room” or I swear I’d burn the city down to show you the light.” Because i am listening to A LOT of Fall Out Boy.

Traditionally thought its “Strange how the night moves/with autumn closing in” from Night Moves or the entirety of When You Were Young.

What is your ideal weekend?

I drive someplace new, all backroads and no traffic. I spend the weekend exploring and maybe get to cuddle up to someone I like a lot and I get to laugh a lot and have deep conversations about things and it leaves me feeling lighter than I started.

What are three things you couldn’t live without?

Hope, soft blankets, laughing

How would your friends describe you?

Adventurous, occasionally impulsive, conspiratorial, and they misguidedly think I’m funny

a nerd

At work, my icon for everything is a screaming goose and they have dubbed me “anxious goose.” so thats in there too.

What song will always make you dance?

damn near anything.

What is your favourite ice cream flavor?

Oh god. Black raspberry chip. I had some kind of salted carmel, chocolate covered pretzel ice cream this weekend though and it was so good.

I’m tagging @neveronceintoit @buckybabs @limoncinoo @plantboyparrish @euglassiavvatsonia @ourimaginaryrebellion and anyone else who’d like to do this.

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hoshivseight · 7 years ago

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Day7

The great thing about staggering this challenge is going back to add in narational edits. Case in point: the first bullet. Oh shit, maybe I should start putting summaries before the Read More.

Today I sewed something weird but beautiful, fell in love with a new type of clothing/accessory which I then waited 'til the end to analyze, and made some great progress with the bow.

Gotta remember to upload at least Day2. Maybe I’ll start uploading 2 days at a time…nah. The buffer should be…useful. At the very least, it’ll help remind me to do the shit I say I will in previous logs. Oh fuck. I forgot to do audio logs. Guess what’s gonna be a part of Day7! [[Note: it was not]]

Fucking randomly sewed a paper-plastic gift bag from at least a Christmas ago back together. It reminds me of Frankenstein, and I love it. [and yes, that’s the salmon-peach thread from before]

FYI, I keep the original document unedited, but I do end up editing the blog posts. They’re nicer, but occasionally [as you’ve seen] I have to hide some info.

Remember those leather buckle braclets? Well: now, thanks to crabbng’s fantasy au, I also like s h i r t l e s s - s l e e v e s.

Seriously they are my new religion and I will make some asap.

You may be wondering why I like them so much.

Well let me tell you.

Not only do they look marvelous.

But my torso is a fucking furnace

While my limbs feel like a corpse [I have been so told by many—also I can feel my hands getting colder and colder for no apparent reason, and frequently use them to cool down my neck or some shit. Even in the summer.]

So if any of you also have weird-ass circulation

Or just want to look cool

I hope you also appreciate the genius that is @crabbng for not only bringing them back, but gracing us with their beautiful art.

Fuuck I’m totally doing that bow today. Don’t fucking stop me. [[��cause I’m having a good time, having a good time]]

Ah yes. Totally slipped my mind, but earlier I found a choker from a few Halloweens past…still perfect size, fits well, functioning Velcro…might iron it out before wearing it, but I like it! It’s got an amulet attachment, so hopefully I can hide it with the bow and use it to anchor the bow-tie itself!

Hilarious [[and by that he meant: so trying that he almost cried]] trial of trying to fit wings onto this relatively thin cardboardddd.

Holy fuck I was so worried the cardboard would completely bend. As it is they’re a bit warped. Now I need to make the centerpiece. Can’t waitttt. And then the stripes! And attaching…Most likely glue.

All parts have been cut. All that’s left is gluing and stripes. Might save for tomorrow.

I’m starting to see just how time-consuming applications can be…but I can’t really stop either of these. I just need to come up with a better system that has me more effective, while preventing burn-out. Finishing the bow is the fashion goal for tomorrow [especially considering how little time I’m about to have what with the holiday….which might affect my 100 days, but fuck it, I’ll try anyways.] [[he lie]]

Approximate work time: 6-8 hours

Approximate relax time: ~8 hours

Might want to edit these logs to be less vulgar…why don’t colleges like swearing? Maybe I’ll substitute ‘Fruit’ and stuff. [[I mean, should I really? Maybe for the next blog.............or maybe not, I have no idea. What do you think of my occasional potty mouth?]]

Was pretty productive today, all things considered…? I did a lot of things I’ve been meaning to do. Not all, but quite a bit—and as they were pretty important, I’m glad.

Oh shit I totally thought I had two days left. Turns out tomorrow’s the last day of this fashion challenge…

Just looked back to Day3′s log...how did I guess the rest of this challenge would end up being the bow, and that I’d really need to work to do the outfit. I guess I’ve found a true hobby.

I’m actually kind of sad that this is ending…it hasn’t been the easiest week, but it’s been kind of exciting. Well, sewing and improving has been. And being creative with the bow. Ahhh, I’d mourn this if I weren’t doing that next challenge…although I almost want to change it so I can include more sewing+fashion. Oh, did I analyze anything today? I just barely mentioned those shirtless sleeves, let’s go again.

It really went well with Bakugou’s overall look, I’m wondering how it would fit on a clothed person. Probably short sleeves, with small stripes of skin between the two. Short tight sleeves, in that case. Otherwise it could look like those double-shirts where the bottom shirt is long sleeve, top—short sleeve. Which would only work for a specific style. So technically it’s still an option. I prefer the short sleeve option, though. Would a crop top work? I’ll definitely try it some-time. A tank-top would work. A cami is iffy.

Okay. Hoshiv, off to greet the stars, considering the time. ‘Night.

#fashion week challenge #mini-challenge #challenge #fashion #fashion analysis #analysis #day7 #day 7 #log

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sevenlockets · 7 years ago

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A REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. @deathonheels - thank you so much ! TAGGING. Anyone else who hasn’t been tagged already & wants to do it!!

FULL NAME : Elias Ward ALIAS : Undertaker AGE : Physically, he is perpetually 33. In Kuroshitsuji’s canon timeframe (1889) he would be 686. As of 2017, he would be 814. BIRTHDAY : November 20th, 1203. (Death Day: November 13th, 1237) ETHNIC GROUP : English & some Italian (he, like most people in the village where he was born, still carried the genes of the region’s historic Roman invaders.) NATIONALITY : English LANGUAGE / S : English, obviously. In addition, he knows quite a few others- for a while in the 1700′s, learning languages became his favorite hobby. A full list would include Japanese (I consider this actual canon rather than just headcanon, since his Sotoba are all in Japanese- I’m assuming those mean something to him and he doesn’t just carry them around for aesthetics), German, Russian, Chinese, Italian, Spanish, Arabic, and Latin. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : He’s just attracted to whomever he happens to be attracted to. He has slept with both men and women (though he does tend to prefer the latter), and doesn’t see why people get so hung up on labels- why deny yourself variety? ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : I suppose the fitting word would be demiromantic? RELATIONSHIP STATUS : The short answer is that, he is in a serious, loving, and soulbound relationship with @maxabre . // However, there is a longer answer, given different time frames are a factor. As of canon (1889), he is technically single; but he does not think of himself as such- he still sees himself as being involved with his lost love, Claudia Phantomhive, and refuses to even consider moving on since he hopes to resurrect her. As years go on though, he begins to realize this is a futile pursuit, and eventually accepts, much to his sorrow, that this is an impossible task, even for him. Around 1910, he and Grell begin a purely sexual relationship (for the full story of their relationship, click here- I am just giving the status/timeline), but by the end of the 30′s, the two had finally admitted — both to themselves and one another — that they had fallen deeply in love. This little paragraph is already much too long, so I won’t give all the details here, but they had some very, very serious troubles, resulting in a split of about 30 years- however, as of the present day, they are back together and even happier than before. CLASS : I don’t quite know how to place him in terms of social class. He has no title or formal recognition, but he does, even in modern day, have close ties to England’s villainous nobles. In addition, he has accumulated quite a bit of money over the years, though he does not live in such a manner as to overtly display it. HOME TOWN / AREA : A small village near the city of Exeter in southern England. CURRENT HOME : London, England. PROFESSION : In his human life, he farmed, as did everyone else in his village. After ending his life, he worked for the Dispatch as a collections officer up until 1835. After deserting the Dispatch, he wedged himself into the most interesting group of humans he could manage to find; AKA the villainous nobles, where he offered his services to various members of the group, primarily as an informant (and guard with supernatural abilities) in exchange for a place to live (and hide from any officers of the Dispatch). Eventually, he himself became an honorary member of the Villainous Nobles, and he still, even into modern day, occasionally will provide them information or aid (these sort of people know not to ask questions regarding how long he’s been around). In the late 1870′s, he began work as a mortician- he told the other Villainous Nobles this was to serve as a front for his duties as an informant. However, it was, in actuality, a front for his front- he wanted to start tinkering with souls, cinematic records, and corpses in secret- and what better place to do it than a mortuary? This went on for quite some time, only coming to an end after after the events of Campania, when he did not go back to his funeral parlor, but instead focused fully on his bizarre doll projects and other ongoing plans. Only after 1905 or so did he take up a profession again (this time as a doctor), and only did so to distract himself from the slowly dawning realization that he had ultimately failed with the dolls, and thus in his efforts to bring back his loved ones. Though no matter the reason he began with it, he thoroughly enjoyed working as a doctor- and continued to work in different types of medicine — under aliases and in varied practices and hospitals across the massive city, all thanks to forged documentations provided by his contacts within the Villainous Nobles — up until the early 1980′s. Again, this is already far too long so I won’t explain here, but he did not work formally again until the early 00′s, when he found himself a job as a biology professor at a small university. Though this too started only as a way to occupy his mind and distract himself, he does enjoy his work as a professor, and is one to the present day!

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Extremely long, thick, silver-white hair that reaches down to below his hips. EYES : Like any Shinigami, he has two-colored eyes, with a yellow ring on the inside and a green one on the outside. In more modern times, he chooses to wear solid forest-green colored contacts while he is out and about, so he does not have to hide his eyes constantly as he does in canon. His eyes are his defining feature, and I don’t think many would hesitate to call them beautiful- they are deep-set and visibly intelligent. They naturally display pride and playfulness, but also carry an undeniable sadness in them. His eyebrows are very thin, fine, and the same white-blonde color as his hair, so it often appears as though he has none. His eyelashes are, again, that same white color, but they are long and full- if you are standing close to him, it’s hard not to notice them. FACE : Heart-shaped, with a prominent, pointed nose. LIPS : Full, and much paler than most people’s, though still a slight pinkish-tan color. COMPLEXION : Extremely pale, nearly translucent skin. BLEMISHES : His skin is entirely clear of any ‘blemishes’, even things such as freckles, moles, or birthmarks, he has none of. SCARS : What he lacks in blemishes, he surely makes up for in scars, which stand out as a tan, almost mauve sort of color. His entire body is very noticeably scarred in various places, from his face and neck to his legs and fingers. The largest of them are on his back and stomach, some running over his shoulders. He has more scars in modern verses than canon ones, none new directly on his face, though there is a wide, vertical one on the left side of his neck now- the rest are usually concealed by clothes. TATTOOS : From about 1990 onwards, he was a tattoo on his right side of several lengths of intertwining thorns. It extends from his ribs down to just below his hip.

HEIGHT : 6′2 / 188 cm WEIGHT : 162 llbs / 73.5 kg BUILD : Slender, yet visibly strong. FEATURES : I’m not sure if this exactly counts as a ‘feature’, but given his completely white skin & hair & eyelashes and everything, I’ve thought before that maybe he has albinism (his eyes are only green & yellow because of his status as a Reaper). Just for reference, here are some photos / of / albino / people. See what I mean? ALLERGIES : I don’t think Reapers have to worry about allergies, haha. USUAL HAIR STYLE : As a reaper, he most often wore it tied back with a black ribbon in a long ponytail. In canon, he simply wears it loose and down, with his bangs purposefully across his eyes. In modern verse, he almost always wears it up in a sort of bun, with a few loose, shorter locks in front to frame his face. USUAL FACE LOOK : In public, almost always has an amused or smug look on his face, usually because he is either interested in what he’s doing/talking about, trying to amuse himself by thinking up a puzzle or game to pass the time, or he is secretly listening in on someone else’s conversation and is trying not to laugh. In private, that same look sometimes appears on his face, but more often than not it is a contemplative look- with no outside stimulus, he always finds himself completely lost in thought with incredible ease. USUAL CLOTHING : We all know what he wears in canon, but his style is all the sorts of things found in my wardrobe tag! All in all, he prefers to stay with more expensive, textured fabrics, and darker colors. He also likes to be more covered up than exposed, even in warmer temperatures. Accessories are something he is quite fond of- he’s usually earring at least one set of earrings, and sometimes rings, bracelets, or necklaces.

FAMILY.

(Just as a note, I don’t believe Reapers can remember anything of their human lives. However, I have been thinking about his human life recently, so I am happy to provide details!)

FATHER : Aylwin Ward MOTHER : Agnes Ward SIBLINGS : None surviving. For two weeks when he was six years old, he had a baby brother named Bartholomew- but like so many of the time, the infant died of a mixture of illness and birth complications. EXTENDED FAMILY : He had several cousins, aunts, and uncles in his village growing up. NAME MEANING / S : ‘Elias’ is an alternate translation of ‘Elijah’, an Old Testament prophet. I originally just picked this name because it was the one I liked best off of a list of 13th century English names I had found, but looking further into it- I’m interested. Coincidentally, Elijah is actually credited with the first recorded instance of raising the dead in scripture! ‘Ward’ (his surname) means ‘guardian’ or ‘watchman’. HISTORICAL CONNECTION : None

FAVORITES.

HOLIDAY : He really enjoys Christmas time, but thinks Halloween is the most fun! And April Fool’s Day. MONTH : February SEASON : Winter PLACE : His home, as long as @maxabre is there too. If home doesn’t count, he does enjoy going to public spaces like city parks, coffee shops, or certain pubs if the atmosphere is right. WEATHER : He loves clear nights, when the stars are visible- though he misses seeing the sky as it used to be, without all the light pollution. Pouring rain is also something that tends to put him in a more peaceful state of mind, so he enjoys that. SOUND : @maxabre’s laugh, and the way she talks when she’s excited about something. Wind and rain, and any music he keeps in his collection. SCENT / S : Pine, smoke from a woodfire, Lillies, cooking food, books. TASTE / S : He looooves most sweets- but gingersnap cookies and cinnamon rolls are some of his favorites! Outside of desserts though, he loves East Asian and Mediterranean cuisine the most. FEEL / S : Soft, plush blankets are his favorite. He doesn’t get cold easily at all (like any Reaper), but has throw blankets all over his house simply because he likes the feeling of them. ANIMAL / S : He likes snakes, birds, cats, dogs, and spiders! COLORS : Purple, Black, Green, Gray

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : In canon, the only thing he fears is his plans failing- he is far past his breaking point, and holds nothing above the success of his projects. As of modern day, he most fears losing Grell again, for any reason. Another huge fear of his is forgetting his children’s faces, voices, etc. Third would be getting captured again by the Dispatch, but that’s way behind those others. ASPIRATION / S : Honestly? The thing he desires most — in any verse — is to be with people he loves and who love him in return- which has always been an incredibly hard combination for him to find. In direct contrast to his (at best) indifferent and (at worst) cruel instincts toward most people, he takes great joy in caring for the people he loves- that’s what he most wants to do. POSITIVE TRAITS : (copied from my about page) Incredibly intelligent. Well-read, observant, and multitalented. Confident and a critical thinker. With those he loves, his devotion is deep and unfaltering to the point of mimicking religious intensity. He is creative, persistent, and resourceful. NEGATIVE TRAITS : (copied from my about page) Unstable, calculated, obsessive, and extremely selfish. Notorious manipulator- even to those he loves. He refuses to let things go. He is willing to do anything to get what he wants, no matter how many people may be hurt in the process. Deceitful. ZODIAC : Scorpio TEMPERAMENT : Choleric. SOUL TYPE / S : Leader came in first, followed by Thinker in second! VICE HABIT / S : He will drink often, and has used things like tobacco and drugs before (primarily as a way to alleviate boredom), but he really does not have too many “vice habits” in the traditional sense. Would ‘using people’ count? If so, he certainly makes a habit of that- for both amusement and advancement. VIRTUES / VICES: As for virtues, I would say Patience, Courage, Intellect, and Determination are his best. Vices? Selfishness, Deceit, Stubbornness, and Pride are his worst. FAITH : Oh boy. His relationship to faith and religion probably warrants its own post, to say it‘s complex is a gross understatement. For starters, he believes in God, Satan, Heaven, and Hell. He hates Devils because they are the cause of all misery- that view of his has never changed. As for God, it’s a bit deeper. He used to be quite a religious man- he grew up with religion in his human life, and even into his days as a reaper he used to love and trust God. He was even grateful at first not to have been sent directly to Hell for his sin of suicide, and he would often hope and pray to find his forgiveness. But over the centuries of serving his penance faithfully as a Reaper, he came to feel more and more that God had no intention of ever forgiving him, and that he had been completely tricked and lied to about God’s ‘infinite’ love and mercy. He wondered if maybe the Dispatch was actually Hell instead of purgatory for people like him, where they had to live with false promise of finding eventual absolution and Heaven. Eventually he came to hate God because he feels betrayed, hurt, and — ultimately — forgotten by Him. GHOSTS ? : He thinks he’s seen ghosts before. In reality, they were hallucinations, and on some level he knows that- but he chooses to believe they were ghosts. AFTERLIFE ? : Well, he’s in his afterlife, so yes he believes in it, haha! REINCARNATION ? : Nah. He knows what happens to the dead. He does thinks it’s a cool concept though! ALIENS ? : He thinks aliens are an interesting idea, though even if they do exist, he does not believe it is any form of intelligent life- as he’s never seen or even heard of alien souls from anyone in the afterlife. EDUCATION LEVEL : Technically, the only formal education he has ever received was from the Dispatch. In everything else, he is self-taught!

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Most of his skills come from practice, rather than instinctual talent. With so long to hone them, it makes sense that they would feel and appear to come naturally by now! However, some talents that he was born with include his ability to think and learn quickly, his ability to read people, and his physical agility. BAD AT : Letting things go, coping with his emotions/keeping himself in a good mental state. Any sort of empathy (with rare exceptions) is virtually impossible for him. TURN ONS : Grell, basically. Mentally: Someone with interesting ideas and perspectives. Someone who is strong in their own right, but needs him at the same time. Someone who can make him smile and laugh. Someone not afraid to show a great deal of affection- he needs that. Physically: Mischievous eyes and smiles are a plus. Soft lips, a toned body, well-kept skin and hair. A nice butt, waist, and/or chest is always appreciated. He also loves cute noses and freckles. TURN OFFS : Mentally: Stupid people are a major turn off (though he does appreciate how easily they can be manipulated). People who accept the world at face value. People who refuse to question authority. People who get hung up on things like rules/labels/black and white morality/etc. Quite hypocritically, he’s not fond of liars. Physically: He is fairly shallow in these regards, if you have anything but a face and body he finds both interesting and visually pleasing, he is turned off entirely. Being weak is just as bad. He is not a fan of slobby people at all, either. HOBBIES : Reading and/or studying various things is his go-to hobby (usually some kind of scientific topic, but he’s a fast reader and can manage to get through just about anything). But there’s also drawing, playing the piano, talking to strangers just to how many secrets he can pry out of them, and finding new ways to make himself laugh.

TROPES :

Mad Scientist

Manipulative Bastard

Dangerous Deserter

The Mourning After or The Lost Lenore

In modern verse, however, “The Lost Lenore”/”The Mourning After” no longer directly applies, and in its place would be a mutually-assured variant of the Love Redeems trope with @maxabre.

Knowledge Broker

Nightmare Fetishist

I’m really shocked there’s no page on TV tropes (at least that I can find) for something like the “Lost My Family” or “Tragic Family Man” trope (à la Sweeney Todd), but yeah, that!

I already have too many here, but I’ll toss in For the Evulz and/or Yandere, depending on his cocktail of motivations in canon. I’m willing to bet there’s a least a little of both.

AESTHETIC TAGS.

Graveyards, masks, laboratories, autopsies, books, Winter, smug smiles, mourning jewelry.

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Himself, from the manga! ALT FC / S : none as of yet OLDER FC / S : none as of yet YOUNGER FC / S : I’m kinda iffy on this but I think Xerses Break from Pandora Hearts would look something like him as a young teenager! VOICE CLAIM / S : I actually LOVE the deep ‘real’ voice Junichi Suwabe gave him in Book of Atlantic. So, that one! Just try to imagine it in English. I haven’t heard his real voice in the English dub yet, so I can’t judge it! GENDERBENT FC / S : none as of yet

#「✦」Information & Headcanons #「 † 」ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ≼ ᴀsᴋs & ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ≽#[ this took me ten thousand years ]#[ but i had fun!!! ]

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juicy-cookie · 8 years ago

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Dance With The Devil

Pairing: Comic!Negan X Reader

Word Count: 5347

Warnings: Negan’s potty mouth (Duh!), Smut (messy and at times awkward), Religious Themes (used in a sexual way, so if that’s not your cup of tea, don’t read it)

This my first time writing smut. The handcuff cop-out in Through The Valley doesn’t count. So please be gentle.

Dedicated to @217fanfic because she gave me the idea and is of course an overall awesome person.

Summer had ended and with the days getting shorter and the weather turning colder and wetter, the residents of The Sanctuary were slowly developing what could only be described as a bad bout of cabin fever. The supply rooms were full thanks to Negan’s deals with other communities and some very talented scavengers, but being confined to the many grey walls of the dreary factory was turning even the mellowest Saviors into irritable assholes.

You had to break up three fights over the course of the last week alone and you had been thankful that a couple of Negan’s lieutenants had always been nearby whenever someone had started throwing dishes or fists in the cafeteria.

Your position as chef and head of the kitchen staff meant that you came face to face with your intimidating leader on at least a weekly basis to discuss meal plans, schedules and supplies and you had developed something you called friendship and he called “the calm before the fuck”. The truth was, you had a solid crush on the giant man with the baseball bat, but while you were flattered by his incessant attempts to get into your pants, you were determined that the next time he set foot into your kitchen, you would discuss the current situation with him.

The opportunity came soon enough and before Negan could even open his mouth, you had already started ranting.

“Things are getting out of hand Negan. People are bored and antsy. We have five broken glasses and two broken noses and I’m getting sick and tired of people being jerks in my cafeteria every day. Patricia broke down crying yesterday, because Marcus yelled at her for being too slow. We have to do something to distract people from jumping at each other’s throats all the time.”

“What do you suggest I fucking do, babe? Hiking trip? Arts and fucking crafts projects? Orgy?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you with that last part.

You rolled your eyes and sighed “Well, Carson has been keeping a calendar, right? We’re well into November now, but with the weather being so bad and it getting dark so early, I thought maybe we could do a Halloween party. People would be busy preparing decorations and their costumes, I could do some great food, we’ve got tons of booze in the supply rooms… It would be fun.”

Negan crossed his arms and thought about it for a moment. “Halloween party, huh? You know, that’s actually a good fucking idea. It would take people’s minds off things for a while AND I’d get to see all the girls in sexy costumes. Including you.”

You didn’t know why he was so keen on seeing you or anyone else in a short skirt when he had his bedroom full of scantily clad women, but, as you had done so many times before when talking to Negan, you decided not to discuss or even mention the five elephants in the room that were his “wives”. You were happy that he wasn’t opposed to the idea of a bit of spooky fun to lighten the mood in The Sanctuary, so you thanked him enthusiastically with a smile and a hug and went to work immediately to plan the food for the party.

When that same night Negan announced that The Sanctuary would host a Halloween party the following weekend, he was greeted by a cheering crowd and the children were especially excited about the idea. Seeing your leader on the metal walkway above the cafeteria, grinning down at you, your heart skipped a beat and you blushed furiously. You scolded yourself for having these thoughts about your boss, who was more than unavailable in your eyes and you turned to flee into the kitchen.

One thing there was an abundance of in the apocalypse in terms of food items was gelatin. It had an indefinite shelf life and looters tended to overlook it in favour of other stuff, but since your fearless leader was a bit of a hoarder when it came to supplies, hundreds upon hundreds of packs of gelatin powder had ended up in your kitchen. It used to annoy the shit out of you whenever a scavenging team would bring back even more of it, especially if it was the unflavoured kind that you couldn’t use for desserts, but now you were more than grateful for it. It meant you could create a whole arsenal of disgusting stuff for the party and the week leading up to the event was spent by you and your staff using almost all the gelatin while laughing and sharing stories about past Halloweens, when seeing a zombie meant bad makeup and beer pong and not a substantial threat to your life.

You used straws to make worms, latex gloves for severed hands and ping pong balls cut in half for eyeballs, the latter to the dismay of a very disgruntled Negan, who feared to run out of equipment for his favorite past time. You prepared tons of finger food and a huge bowl of punch which included the jello eyeballs and some of the women in Sanctuary spent the whole week sewing costumes and making decorations.

Negan had somehow developed a bit of an obsession with what you would be wearing for the party and any time you two ran into each other, which seemed to happen more frequently these days, he would not stop badgering you about your costume.

“Come on, babe, just tell me what it’s going to be. I swear I won’t tell anyone, I just want something for my spank bank. Sexy maid? Slutty nurse? Morally ambiguous flight attendant?”

“I won’t tell you, Negan, so stop asking and get out of my kitchen.”

“But I wanna know!” he whined. “I’ll even tell you my costume if you tell me yours. I bet it’s going to set your fucking panties on fire.”

“I don’t want to know your costume, I want it to be a surprise. Now shoo!” you waved your hands in the direction of the doors and Negan finally sauntered out in defeat.

It was true that you wanted to be surprised by what your leader had come up with for the party, but most of all, you wanted to see his reaction when he saw you in your costume for the first time. You had thought long and hard about what you could transform into with the limited accessories available to you during the end of the world. When the word “angel” came into your mind, the irony almost made you laugh.

Your choice was above all practical. There were currently three wedding dresses in inventory, one of which was perfect for your size and purposes and making wings out of cardboard was easy enough. But you couldn’t help but feel just the tiniest bit inappropriate, dressing up as a heavenly creature in a world destroyed by the undead. In the end you pushed these thoughts away. You deserved to feel beautiful for one night. The purpose of the party was to let everyone forget about their sorrows and the dangers of the world for a couple of hours and that was exactly what you were going to do.

The day of the party had finally come and everyone from the smallest child to the old man responsible for the door were on their feet, getting themselves and the cafeteria ready for the party. Some people carved pumpkins, some decorated the hall with streamers, candles, crafted skeletons and bats. The kitchen staff made some last minute preparations to the drinks and food and put everything on a large buffet table and Dwight set up the stereo system and a disco ball. Negan had ordered for the generators to run for the party, something usually reserved for the chance of a hot shower not more than once a week, or in the case of a medical emergency when the doctor needed heavy equipment to save someone’s life.

It was less than an hour until the official start of the party, when one your staff members practically chased you out of the cafeteria, where you had been busy helping. Everyone else had already had a chance to change into their costumes, but you were still in your jeans and shirt, your hair in a messy bun and your face sweaty from carrying dishes and pushing tables against the walls.

You ran into your room and took the scrunchy out of your hair to let it fall down your back and sat down in front of the small mirror on your desk. Luckily you had remembered to put rollers into your hair last night and you took a moment to admire the small ringlets now framing your face, before starting on your makeup. You didn’t want anything too fancy, not that you had the time left for that, anyway. You just covered some blemishes, put on some mascara and a soft-colored lipstick, before reaching for a small jar for your grand finale. A little bit of glitter in your hair and on your shoulders and cleavage, to give people –and especially a certain someone- something to look at.

You changed into the sleeveless A-line wedding dress, slipped the wings onto your back, held in place by strips of white fabric and took one last look in the mirror, turning this way and that to get a full picture of how you looked.

The party was about to start and you decided that your costume, hair and makeup were not too shabby, so you made your way back down to the cafeteria, where you were greeted by the oohs and aahs of your friends and colleagues. Everyone was busy admiring the decorations and costumes. You shared a couple of jokes with Dwight, who was self-deprecatingly dressed as the Phantom of the Opera and thought to yourself that Carson’s knight costume looked like a potato sack. The wives were giggling in a corner, none of them looking any different from their usual daily attire, in your opinion, if it weren’t for the occasional bunny or kitty ears.

You didn’t know whether you should be glad that you opted for a more unusual costume, or be disappointed since, surely, Negan wouldn’t spare two glances at you with all this naked flesh right in front of him.

The only person still missing was your fearless leader himself. He was no doubt making people wait to ensure a big entrance and, sure enough, a couple of minutes later heavy footsteps were coming from the walkway and the hall fell silent.

The first thing you noticed was that he was wearing his usual biker boots and dark grey pants and you feared for a moment that he had changed his mind and decided not to come in a costume. But then your eyes wandered further up and your eyes widened when you saw that not only was Negan half-naked, but he had put red paint on his entire upper body, from his waistband to the widow’s peak that was his hairline. The look was completed by two shiny black horns attached to his forehead and instead of Lucille, he was holding a huge pitchfork in his right hand.

The effect on the crowd was instantaneous. Most gasped or started whispering to each other and some of his lieutenants rolled their eyes, probably at the implications of their boss looking down at them, dressed as the devil. Your own thoughts went straight down the gutter at the sight of Negan’s naked torso with his abs and arm muscles accentuated by the red paint and him wearing a cheeky grin and those leather gloves which you were sure would feel heavenly on your naked skin.

Speaking of heavenly, someone on your left whispered to you “Angel and devil? Did you two coordinate your costumes?” but you were too occupied imagining running your hands all over Negan’s naked chest and keeping yourself from blushing and sweating too much. Your costume suddenly felt too tight and the glitter on your body was starting to itch.

You were brought back to reality by the object of your dirty thoughts addressing the people below him:

“Saviors! Welcome to the first annual Halloween party here at The Sanctuary. I can see that each and every one of you has put a lot of fucking effort into the decorations and their costumes. You all look really motherfucking nice! Now I want you all to enjoy some nice food and drinks, dance and be fucking merry. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he winked at them, “Let’s get this fucking party started!”

The crowd around you cheered and someone started the music. People went to grab food, formed groups to chat and some even went straight to the small area that served as a dancefloor, to release some of the pent-up energy that had caused all those fights over the last couple of weeks.

You, on the other hand, made a beeline for the punch bowl to pour yourself a desperately needed glass of liquor. You took a big gulp of the sweet drink and nearly spat it all back out when you heard a familiar voice behind you:

“So I guess it’s true what they fucking say. Opposites really do attract.”

You swallowed your drink and turned around, nearly bumping into a broad, hairy and red chest. You strained your neck looking up at Negan, who grinned down at you and you noticed how the red makeup made his dark brown eyes look almost black. Talk about devilishly handsome. You were momentarily speechless and so he continued:

“You know I was kind of hoping to see some ass and tits from you tonight, but I have to say, this is pretty fucking nice to look at, too.”

You brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled up at him:

“Thanks. Uhm… you look very good, too.”

“You fucking like it?” he spread out his arms, nearly impaling Dwight with his pitchfork, who had just come up to the punch bowl to get a drink, “Oh fuck, sorry Dwight,” Negan laughed and turned back to you and lowered his voice, “You know… I think this glitter all over you would look pretty fucking awesome mixed with my red.”

You blushed for what felt like the hundredth time today. “Well, that would be quite the unholy union, wouldn’t it? But I don’t fraternize with just any old demon, you have to put some effort into it.”

You cringed a little at your cheesy attempt at flirting, but judging from the devious grin creeping up on your leader’s face, it seemed to have the desired effect.

“Challenge fucking accepted! Let’s start with another drink and then some food.” He took your cup and you nearly squeaked when the leather gloves touched your hand. You really had to get a hold of yourself before someone noticed the level of lewdness with which you were looking at him, you thought as Negan poured drinks for the both of you. Out of the corner of your eyes you noticed the wives looking none too pleased about the fact that their ‘dear husband’ hadn’t given them any kind of attention so far.

Negan gave you the cup of punch and raised his own for a toast: “To beautiful angels and horny devils! Get it? Horny?” You laughed with him and answered “To a night full of sinners and saints!” and you clinked glasses.

The next couple of hours were spent drinking, eating, talking and laughing. You got to socialize with a lot of people, both friends and even some you haven’t had the chance to get to know before. Negan never left your side for much longer than it took to refill a cup or a plate and when the party finally died down and people were starting to leave, your head was spinning from both the alcohol and the view of his half-naked body you got to enjoy all night.

“I should probably get to bed, too,” you giggled, followed by a hiccup. “Oops, yep. Definitely time to go.”

Negan put a gloved hand on the exposed upper part of your back and put his lips dangerously close to your ear. The resulting shiver this elicited from you was obviously not lost on him, since he chuckled darkly, before whispering to you: “You want to go to bed all alone? And who is going to take care of that fucking fountain between your legs, angel? Don’t think I didn’t fucking notice the way you were eye-fucking me all night. And just in case I haven’t been fucking clear before, the feeling is very much fucking mutual…”

Your eyes met his and the way he looked at you, his eyes having turned impossibly dark, sent a surge of desire right to your core.

“Wouldn’t you rather spend the night with your wives? I’m sure they’ve been missing you all night.” you couldn’t help but finally ask. You knew you were overthinking things. It was one of your big flaws. But the wives had been bothering you ever since Negan had started to show an interest in you and no amount of alcohol could drown that nagging little voice in your head.

“I have spent all fucking night with you. When did you get the impression that I want to fuck anyone else?”

You took a deep breath to brace yourself. The worrywart in you still insisted that it was a bad idea, but fuck it… just for tonight you could drown your concerns in too much alcohol and in the embrace of the man you had been lusting over ever since you had arrived at The Sanctuary all these months ago. Maybe this would get him out of your system.

You took his hand and gently tugged to steer him in the direction of the stairs. His smile lit up the dark cafeteria and you were glad that most people had already left. You had no doubt that there would be rumours creeping through the halls of the factory like spiders come morning. But that was another voice you successfully silenced while making your way to your room on the third floor. When you were finally standing in front of your door and were just about to enter, you suddenly felt two hands on your waist and Negan burying his nose in your hair and he murmured “You know, I’ve been waiting a long fucking time for this, but if you feel too uncomfortable with fucking your boss, just fucking say it now. We’re both a little drunk, but I’m not some fucking asshole who takes advantage of a woman when she’s not fully of sound fucking mind.”

If you hadn’t been a puddle of lust before, Negan making sure of your consent certainly did the trick. You put your much smaller hand over his and brought them to rest over your stomach.

“I’m good. I want this.”

That was all he needed to hear and his mouth latched onto your neck with a low growl, while he fumbled with the doorknob. The door opened and you both almost fell into your small room. Negan’s pitchfork clattered to the floor and you both laughed at your clumsiness and turned to each other to finally touch what had been waiting to be touched all night. Negan’s eyes suddenly widened when he looked at your neck where he had sucked at the skin only seconds before. “What? Did you give me a hickey?” you asked while touching the spot and your fingers came back red. In your tipsy state you thought for a moment that you were bleeding and you frowned, but then you realized that it was just the red paint from Negan. You looked back up at him and giggled and he stared at you in confusion:

“What? What is it?”

You were full on laughing now: “I guess bodily fluids aren’t the only thing we’re going to exchange tonight. We’re rubbing off on each other. Your mouth is full of glitter.”

He brought a finger to his lips and swiped over them to have a look.

“Huh. Well… let’s see who can make the other dirtier.”

He reached for you, but you grasped his hands before he could put them anywhere: “Hold on. Don’t get any paint on the dress. I only borrowed it from inventory, I have to return it tomorrow.”

His grin was back in full force now “I guess that means we have to get you out of that thing real fucking quick, then.”

You chuckled and turned around so he could help you with the zipper and you did your best to gracefully shimmy out of the satin gown and slip out of your shoes, despite feeling a little awkward by the unexpected striptease you had to perform. It wasn’t that you felt bad about being naked in front of him, but this was a sort of foreplay you hadn’t experienced before. You slowly turned back to face him again, now only clad in a pair of white lace panties and he stared at you, his gaze focusing on your breasts unabashedly.

“Fuck babe… if all angels looked like you, there would be a fuck-ton more of very fucking religious people out there.”

Your eyes met and your smile was all it took for him to finally pounce on you. His hands grabbed your face and his mouth came crashing down on your own. You held onto his waist, fearing you might fall from the sudden rush of blood to your head. He pressed his body to yours and you couldn’t get enough of the heat radiating from him and the feeling of his muscles against your breasts and under your fingers, which were now roaming all over his back. The low moan that escaped his lips told you that he didn’t mind when you used your nails on his shoulders and you opened your mouth to let his tongue meet yours.

His own hands were slowly wandering down your neck and over your shoulders and you gasped when they arrived at your breasts, his teeth and tongue following the path his palms had made. He nipped and licked at one of your nipples, while his fingers attended to the other and you let your head fall back and closed your eyes, your breathing becoming quicker and your hands stroking the nape of his neck to encourage Negan further. You hadn’t even realized that you were both slowly walking towards your bed, until the back of your legs hit the frame and you fell down on the mattress, with Negan on top of you. You both laughed and kissed again, until Negan sat up to open his belt and pants.

“Looks like I’m winning so far. You’re almost as fucking devilishly red as I am.” he grinned.

“Oh yeah? Your face looks like you made out with a unicorn.” you giggled and he wiped his hand over his face. “Hey that’s cheating!” you exclaimed while he stripped out of his boots and pants and you were happy to see that the size and girth of his dick was very much proportional to the rest of his body.

“All is fucking fair in love and war and this is a little bit of both.” He smirked and was about to take off his gloves when you took his hands and put them on your cheeks and kissed both his wrists. “Keep them on.” you said looking up to him and he mumbled “Kinky little angel.” against your lips, as he kissed you again.

He slid down your body again, kissing, biting and licking a trail from your chin, down your neck, to your breasts, where he spent some more time with his mouth and his hands before going even further down, taking a quick detour to your hips on his way to the center of your ever increasing lust.

The friction created from your bodies rubbing together was starting to cause all the glitter and paint to feel more and more itchy against your skin and as Negan started to use that devious tongue that you liked so much on your clit, you realized that getting your pussy stained red and full of glitter probably wasn’t a very good idea. You tugged on his hair to get him to come back up from exploring your folds and he luckily complied without hesitation. You weren’t really interested in an extended foreplay, anyway, after having waited so long to finally have your leader in your bed.

When he was level with your face again, you faintly registered that the horns had come off at some point during his trip down south, but you were immediately distracted by his pouting: “But you’re so wet and you taste so fucking good, angel.”

You responded to his whining with a bite to his neck and with a hand shoved between his legs to grab his length and pump it a couple of times. You were rewarded with a loud groan that you caught with your mouth over his. “I want you inside of me. Now!” you whispered into his ear and, after swallowing hard and clenching his jaw, he finally obliged and buried himself inside of you in one quick stroke. You both moaned loudly and Negan laid his head into the crook of your neck for a moment and kept almost perfectly still, his breathing ragged and his shoulders twitching slightly.

After a couple of seconds of both of you calming down your thoughts and your breathing, Negan pressed his forehead against yours and started to slowly roll his hips. His steady thrusts sent waves of pleasure through your entire body and seeing him squeezing his eyes shut and hearing the string of profanities that escaped his lips between kissing you almost made you come way too soon. You wanted to savour this moment, to ride it out until you couldn’t take any more, but having the object of your desire fucking you and being so vocal about how much he enjoyed it was enough to fill every fibre of your body with ecstasy. You had always loved when men were loud during sex and this particular specimen didn’t hold back one bit.

What kept you from having an early orgasm was the still uncomfortable feeling of the glitter and paint particles between you and Negan that made your body itchier by the second as the sweat and friction increased. You wondered why he didn’t show any signs of wanting to scratch his chest and belly as much as you did, but a particularly loud exclamation of “Oh fuck!” from him, followed by his mouth sucking in one of your nipples made you think that maybe he was already too far gone to notice the mess you two were making.

You tried to focus on the feeling of his hard dick sliding in and out of you and on the beautiful sounds he was making, but it was no use. You gently pushed him off of you until he kneeled in front of you and you joined him there to kiss him some more and to slide your hands over his broad chest. He looked at you questioningly, so to make sure he didn’t think like he had done anything wrong, you unceremoniously turned around on your hands and knees and presented your backside to him. Negan immediately grabbed your ass and chuckled “Hot fucking damn, I like it when a girl knows what she wants.”

Turning your head to grin back at him, you saw that he had wrapped one hand around his slick member to guide it back to your entrance. You moaned when he started teasing your clit by rubbing himself over it. You were already missing the feeling of being filled and luckily he decided to go back to just that and thrust back inside you, giving you another groan and then another as he increased the speed.

With the itching gone, you could now concentrate on every stroke, every sound he made and all the smells of sweat and sex that filled your nose. He bent down to bite your neck and grope your breasts and you could hear his breathing become more erratic. “Oh God! Oh fuck babe, I’m so fucking close.” he panted close to your ear and all you could answer was “Good, me too.” as you put your hand between your legs to rub the small nub there just the way you knew would make you come.

Negan obviously took your reply and the increase in volume and frequency of the sounds you were making as an invitation to fuck you even harder and deeper. It didn’t take long until you could feel him shudder during three final thrusts and his strangled moans of “Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck!” were all it took to send you over the edge, as well. You felt your walls contracting around him and an overwhelming heat and pressure inside of you until you exploded in a wave of pleasure, which caused you to cry out a couple of profanities of your own, together with his name.

You collapsed onto the bed with him on top of you, both of you breathing hard. A dreamy smile played on your lips as he moved to lie on his back and you turned around to look at him. Negan was grinning like the cat that caught the canary and you had no doubt that he was taking the metaphor quite literally.

“That was pretty fucking awesome, angel.”

“Yeah, it was. Apart from the mess we made.” you looked at the sheets and down Negan’s and your own body, all of which were covered in red stains and a faint dusting of glitter.

“Oh shit. Sorry about that. I’ll get you some new sheets from inventory tomorrow. Next time we should probably do this without the fucking masquerade.”

You looked amused when your eyes found his. “Next time, huh?”

He chuckled “Don’t play fucking coy with me now. I know you enjoyed this just as much as I did.” he got up and reached for his clothes.

You suddenly felt a little sad when you saw him preparing to leave. “You uhm… you can stay if you want. I don’t mind.”

He had already put on his pants and was stepping into his boots as he answered “Maybe next time, babe. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t fucking mind being seen coming from your room, but I’d rather have the traditional Halloween walk-of-shame now instead of in the morning. I’m pretty fucking sure people don’t want to see a half-naked devil running through the halls just before they’re about to have fucking breakfast.”

You laughed, but the sting of rejection remained. Had he really enjoyed himself enough to warrant a repetition of tonight’s events? Or would you become just another tally mark on his not-so-proverbial bedpost? Were you overthinking things again? Your disappointment must have shown on your face, because he sat back down next to you and kissed the spot just under your ear which you had grown to enjoy so much during sex with him and which made you close your eyes again in pleasure.

“Hey… this really was fucking awesome. I’ll talk to you soon, alright? And don’t let anything burn in the kitchen from thinking about me and my amazing fucking dick too much.”

You giggled and he stood up to take the pitchfork and opened the door, looking very much like a giant demon in the darkness.

“Good night, angel. See you tomorrow.”

“Good night, Negan.” you answered just before the door shut behind him with a soft click. You lied back on your bed and buried your head in your pillow. His lingering scent filled your senses as you slowly descended into a fitful sleep, your dreams filled with angels, dancing with devils.

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